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“Fine, I was, and you’re not going out with him. I already told you that.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, well you heard me try to get out of it already.”
“No one gets to touch you, but me.”
“So you’ve said,” I deadpan. “Let me go so I can take a shower and go to bed.”
“Shower with me.”
I shove at his chest. “Can I not have five minutes alone?”
“Nope.”
I groan, pushing him hard enough I get some space. “I’m showering and I’m going to bed.Alone.”
To my surprise, he lets me have the distance, but that smirk on his face makes me feel like it’s going to be short lived.
“Fine, have the night, babe. Tomorrow is a new day, and seeing you walking around this house knowing what you taste like is going to make it a lot harder for me to stay away.”
“Well you better try because tomorrow is Thanksgiving and you’re not going to get me alone all day.”
He lets out a low laugh. “Watch me.”
Chapter 29
Colin
Ilove how she thinks I won’t get her alone. I love how she thinks I wouldn’t tell everyone I know what my stepsister feels like. What she looks like when she’s lost in pleasure, and what she tastes like when she floods my tongue with her cum.
She clearly doesn’t know how far I would go to let the world know she’s mine.
She also doesn’t realize how desperate I am for her again because it’s been too long, and not having her in my bed last night is only making me more determined to have her today.
Especially when I catch her going into the pantry in the morning, probably looking for her oatmeal. She’s reaching up trying to get the container off the top shelf. There’s no way she can reach without help when I step inside the small room, closing the door behind me. But there’s no lock.
Mayson whips around to glare at me. “Why do you keep doing this?”
“Doing what?” I step closer to her.
“Locking us in rooms together.”
I look back at the door handle, then back to her. “There’s no lock on this door.”
“It’s a figure of speech.” She rolls her eyes, and I push her up against the shelves, causing her to gasp.
“I know what it is.”
“Great, let me leave before we’re caught.”
I chuckle, running my finger up her thigh, grazing the hem of her sleep shorts. “Get caught doing what? Standing here?”
She swallows roughly. “Standingclosely.”
“Is it illegal to stand close to someone?”
“No, but…”
“But what?” My hand moves higher up to her hip.
