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Better now?

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I pressed my pen to the notebook, hoping words would spill easier on paper than on a screen. Somewhere along the line, I’d decided I wanted to write during this pregnancy. I didn’t know what genre or idea I was aiming for, and I didn’t want to think too hard about it either. I just wanted to start, to let the words come, however clumsy they were.

Every now and then, my mind wandered back to the kitchen The memory still stung, but I forced myself to keep my pen moving. One sentence, then another. Slowly, the tightness in my chest eased, and I realized writing was actually helping. It didn’t erase the scene from my head, but it dulled it enough for me to breathe.

Not long after, my door creaked open. Maybe I heard a knock first, maybe I didn’t, I couldn’t tell. I looked up to see Noah leaning in.

“Hey. Breakfast’s ready.”

“Okay.” I closed my book, stood, and headed for the door, but his voice stopped me cold.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Why?” I forced a casual tone, like nothing was w
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  • IN MY STEPSON’S BED   Starved again

    NOAH Two weeks in that house felt like pure torture—everything I hated rolled into one. Maybe it was just me, but it seemed like her friend was always hovering, always trying to talk to me, and it was exhausting because I had zero interest. The worst part, though, was seeing Dianne every single day and still not getting her to myself.Most nights after dinners or outings, by the time we got back she’d be drained, and the last thing I wanted was to push her when she was already exhausted. So, I’d let her be, leave her to rest, and hold myself back.But tonight was different. Tonight, I was certain she was mine. I could see it in the way she looked at me across the restaurant table, those eyes she only gave me when she wanted me. That slow, lingering gaze, the subtle smirk tugging at her lips… it was seductive, deliberate, and impossible to miss. My thoughts were interrupted yet again by Samantha—for the third time. She and my dad had been bickering since we left the restaurant, and t

  • IN MY STEPSON’S BED   Better now?

    I pressed my pen to the notebook, hoping words would spill easier on paper than on a screen. Somewhere along the line, I’d decided I wanted to write during this pregnancy. I didn’t know what genre or idea I was aiming for, and I didn’t want to think too hard about it either. I just wanted to start, to let the words come, however clumsy they were. Every now and then, my mind wandered back to the kitchen The memory still stung, but I forced myself to keep my pen moving. One sentence, then another. Slowly, the tightness in my chest eased, and I realized writing was actually helping. It didn’t erase the scene from my head, but it dulled it enough for me to breathe. Not long after, my door creaked open. Maybe I heard a knock first, maybe I didn’t, I couldn’t tell. I looked up to see Noah leaning in. “Hey. Breakfast’s ready.” “Okay.” I closed my book, stood, and headed for the door, but his voice stopped me cold. “You okay?” “Yeah. Why?” I forced a casual tone, like nothing was w

  • IN MY STEPSON’S BED   Cooking up tension

    For the first time in a long while, I felt… happy. Or maybe at peace. I was in the Hamptons, in one of our summer homes, surrounded by my family. At least, that’s what they were to me now—family.Family didn’t have to mean blood; it was about the connections, the people who cared for you. Even though last night with Noah had left a trace of that familiar low mood, I couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading through my chest, an overwhelming sense of happiness enveloping me.Was this how all pregnant women felt? Did they usually experience this quiet joy, this sense of calm radiating through their bodies? For me, that was exactly what I felt. Happy. Surrounded by people who loved me, even if Richard didn’t.Beneath the rush of happiness, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to what Noah had said about Richard. Was he really starting to develop feelings for me? How could that be, when we barely spent any time together? Before summer, all he ever seemed to do was work. Most of our conversation

  • IN MY STEPSON’S BED   Midnight on day one

    NOAH She took my dick gently, and I guided it until it slipped into her wet pussy, a groan leaving me as her quiet moans mixed with mineI was a little nervous, this was the first time we’d tried this position since she got pregnant. She moved slowly, riding me with soft moans, and I met her rhythm, pushing up to deepen the moment. The pace drove me crazy; it felt like torture, like I was being punished. All I wanted was to flip her onto the bed and pound into her with everything I had, but I couldn’t, not with the baby. Every slow thrust only made my hunger for her sharpen, the restraint winding me tighter with need.She rolled her hips a little faster, her nails digging lightly into my chest as if daring me to keep up. She looked so beautiful like this, so freaking sexy. If I thought she was beautiful pregnant, she was even more beautiful now, brave and fearless, taking all of me this wayShe felt tighter now, her breasts bouncing beautifully with a subtle rhythm, fuller than befo

  • IN MY STEPSON’S BED   Almost caught

    His hands were so warm, something about their touch made me feel safe—like they belonged there. They fit around my belly perfectly, as if molded for it.We’d just kissed, and I wanted to lean in and kiss him again, but I stopped when I caught the way his eyes lingered on my belly. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind. His thumb moved in a soft stroke across my skin, his fingers spread in a gentle hold.The silence stretched between us until he finally looked up, his gaze locking with mine.“Do you think we should end this?”My heart dropped so hard I knew he could feel it from me. His words were still crawling through my mind, refusing to make sense, stripping me of anything I could possibly say. My train of thought scattered to nothing as the realization crept in. His face had shifted into a serious tone I’d never seen before.Then—three sharp raps against the door. The sound was so sudden it cut straight through the air, yanking my attention away from him befor

  • IN MY STEPSON’S BED   Interrupted

    NOAHI wasn’t going.That decision had been made the moment I woke up—maybe even last night. Not after what happened yesterday.From my bedroom window, the city morning stretched out in gold, and I told myself I belonged here, buried in work, far from her summer getaway.Still, I couldn’t shake the promise I’d made—to be with her through everything. It gnawed at me. I owed her that much.I felt like crap. I shouldn’t have walked out on her last night. The image of her swollen, tear-streaked face burned into my memory, and the question kept circling: had I screwed up again?The truth was, I didn’t know. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore.This affair had gone on longer than I ever planned. She was pregnant now—a sign I should walk away. But I couldn’t. She’d already become a missing piece of me, and my attachment only grew stronger.The longer I stayed away, the harder it became to stop thinking about her. And God, sometimes I wanted to—wanted to erase her from my mind s

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