Page 18 of My Italian Stepbrother

Jimmy is staring daggers at me when my father addresses me specifically.

“Tail him a bit longer, figure out who he’s been approaching. Then send in a mole to figure out what he’s looking for,” I say.

My father and Henry nod. I don’t care to see Jimmy’s reaction.

“You should do it,” my father tells me, and I nod my head.

I’ve followed people before, and I don’t mind the task, but this sounds more involved than the other cases. I’m ready for the challenge though. My father assigned this to me so I can prove myself. I know it.

We plan for me to stake out the PI’s office tonight and follow him from there. When everyone leaves, I go back to my room and wait for Brie to come back. It’s unfortunate I won’t get to spend tonight with her again, but I could at least see her before I leave.

She and Angela finally get back around one, and I hear Brie’s door open and close. I wait a minute to see if she’ll walk through our adjoining bathroom door, but she doesn’t.

Is there something wrong?

I walk through my bathroom door and knock on hers before walking in. She turns and greets me with a smile, but I can see there’s something else in her eyes. Something’s bothering her.

“How was shopping?” I ask her.

“I got a lot of new books and my mom spent far too much time looking at fabric swatches,” she chuckles, staring at me across the room and looking around awkwardly.

“Are you alright?” I slowly approach her.

She nods her head and starts unpacking some of the books she bought. I can tell she’s lying about something.

“Brie, you know how I feel about lying,” I whisper in her ear when I’m close enough.

“I’m not lying. I just have a lot on my mind.” She shakes her head and leans against me.

I wrap my hands around her waist and lower my mouth to her neck. She rests her hands on top of mine and tilts her head to give me better access. I must’ve hit that sensitive spot because she squirms and whimpers. I bring one hand to her mouth to silence her sounds.

“You need to be quiet now,” I whisper huskily in her ear while one hand lifts her skirt and pulls her panties down.

She sighs into the palm of my hand and arches her back to me and grinds on me again. My hand slides up her thigh, and I growl, feeling the sticky wetness between her legs. I find her clit and start slowly tracing circles on it. She moans more into my hand, and I shush her again.

“That feel good, princess?” I ask her, sliding my hand away from her mouth briefly.

“Yes!” Her voice is a lot louder than I expected.

“You need to be quiet,” I tell her. “If you can’t keep your voice down, I’ll have to teach you another lesson.” She responds by grinding suggestively against me.

Brie calls out my name breathlessly and looks over her shoulder with a playful smile.

I smile back, knowing exactly what I’d do to keep her quiet. I pull myself away from her and lead her to the bathroom, starting the shower.

I’ve been fantasizing about this since the first day we met, and I’m excited that I’m about to make it come true. Brie slides out of her dress and bra, and I undress too. She sat back on the counter and spread her legs wide open. While I wasn’t planning on licking her, I can’t resist tasting her again.

Her fingers entangle in my hair while she pushes my head closer to her. I swirl her sensitive entrance, and her hips buck. My fingers start teasing her slick folds while my tongue plays with her clit until it throbbed. I slide one finger and curl it, making sure to hit the spot that makes her toes curl. With her hands braced on either side of her, she rides my finger and tongue. Her body twitches as she gets closer and she whimpers with pleasure, trying to keep herself quiet. When she starts to get too loud, I pull my mouth and hand away and stand up.

I step in the shower, and she follows me. We kiss for a while, our hands running all over each other’s bodies. I bite her lip before pulling my face away from hers.

I can’t get enough of her. She always makes me crave for more.

“Get on your knees,” I command.

Water pelts against her face and hair while she stares up at me with her big blue doe eyes. She looks at my cock, wraps her fingers around it, and softly licks it. Feeling her tongue down there sends shivers down my spine. She opens her mouth wider and wraps her lips around me, and I almost come on the spot.

“Fuck, Brie.” With half-lidded eyes, I stare down at her, my hands on her head, moving with her as she bobs back and forth. “Come here,” I say after a few minutes, and she stands up.

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