Page 68 of The Forbidden Note

-Jinx

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

ZANE

I head up the stairs, adrenaline rushing through me. There’s something utterly depraved about seeking out the room where my step-sister sleeps.

But I revel in the feeling.

Which one of these is hers?

It’s hard to tell. None of the rooms I peek in look lived-in.

I get to the end of the hall and hear a shower running.

“Mom!” Grace calls. “Is that you?”

I freeze.

“I forgot my towel again. Can you bring one?”

My breath catches as a full-blown image of her naked and wet fills my mind.

“Mom?”

I see a half-open closet door up ahead. Stalking over, I nab one of the fluffy white towels on the shelf and push the door of the bathroom.

It creaks when I enter.

The heat from the shower smothers me like a hand on my chest.

Immediately, my eyes snap to the frosted glass.

Grace makes the sexiest little humming sound, as if she knows I’m watching. As if she knows I’m about to lose my damn mind.

This moment is too perfect.

The way she’s exposed but hidden.

The way she’s vulnerable but confident.

It’s like a burlesque show all for me.

She twists to the side, showing off more of her body. I get an eyeful of her delectable, feminine curves. That tempting silhouette sends a bolt of lightning straight to my pants.

Mischief and desire propel me.

I walk forward.

Something tells me I shouldn’t mess with her.

But I’ve never listened to that voice.

“Thanks, mom,” Miss Jamieson yells to be heard over the shower. “Can you hand it to me?”

I push the glass door a little.

A slim arm, dripping wet, reaches out.

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