Dripping for My Mom's Fiancé

Chapter 1: Sinful thoughts

I never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldn’t anymore.

Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practically glowing, flashing that shiny ring every chance she got. Marcus was thirty-eight, he was tall and built in that effortless way, with dark hair that always looked a little messy, a strong jaw, and these intense blue eyes that seemed to notice way more than they should. He was an architect, had a deep, steady voice, and treated my mom like she was the best thing that ever happened to him. Honestly, he was perfect for her.

I was twenty-one, back home from college for the summer, and I kept telling myself I was happy for them. But every time Marcus was around, my body had other ideas. A casual “Hey, Lila” from him could make my stomach do flips and heat rush between my legs. I knew it was wrong, and he was going to be my stepdad soon. Meaning he was completely off-limits. But the crush just kept growing, turning into something hotter and more dangerous every day.

It was Friday evening, the house felt extra quiet. Mom was supposed to be on a long shift at the hospital, so I figured I had the place to myself for a while. I’d just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a big white towel around myself, my skin still warm and a little damp. I wandered down the hallway, calling out for Clara_my best friend_since she was still here before I went to have a shower.

“Clara? Where are you?”

I called out but there was no answer. I headed toward the kitchen, still yelling lightly. 

“Clara? I wanted to ask you about—”

I turned to the corner and walked straight into a solid chest. And a strong pair of hands caught my shoulders before I could stumble backward. The familiar smell of Marcus’ cologne wrapped around me, and I knew it had to be him. My towel shifted a bit at the top, and I quickly grabbed it tighter, my heart suddenly racing.

Marcus looked down at me, his blue eyes widening for a split second as they took in my towel and bare legs. His grip was firm but gentle, and for a moment we both just stood there.

“Lila,” he said, his voice a little rougher than usual. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you coming.”

I stepped back quickly, cheeks burning. “Marcus? What are you doing here? Mom isn’t home yet. She said she’d be late tonight.”

He let his hands drop, but I noticed the way his jaw tightened. “Yeah, I know. She mentioned the long shift this morning. I wanted to surprise her with something nice when she gets back…maybe an early dinner. Figured I’d start on some pasta and salad.” He nodded toward the counter where vegetables and ingredients were already spread out. “Want to help?”

My mouth went dry. Helping meant staying close to him while I was basically naked under this towel. The forbidden crush I’d been fighting came up again, and I could already feel myself getting wet under the towel.

“Uh… sure,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my voice came out softer. “But let me go throw something on first. I’ll be right back to help.”

Marcus nodded, turning back to the counter. “No rush.”

I hurried to my room, my heart pounding the whole way. Once the door was closed, I leaned against it and let out a shaky breath. My nipples were poking against the towel, and when I pressed my thighs together, I felt how soaked I was already. This was so messed up. He was my mom’s fiancé… the man who had just proposed to her. I wasn’t supposed to be getting this turned on just from bumping into him in a towel.

But then a naughty little idea popped into my head. Why not tease him a bit? He reacted a bit fazed when he saw me in a towel. Maybe a little teasing will do

I dropped the towel and dug through my closet. I picked out a super short denim skirt that barely covered my ass… the kind I usually saved for nights out. I skipped the panties completely. Then I pulled on a tight white crop top that hugged my breasts, the hem stopping just under my ribs and revealing plenty of skin. My nipples were still hard and visible through the thin fabric. I checked myself in the mirror, turned around, and felt a fresh rush of heat. It was risky. Really risky.

Taking a deep breath, I headed back to the kitchen, hips swaying a little more than usual.

Marcus was kneading dough on the floured counter when I walked in. The second he looked up, his reaction made me smirk inwardly. His jaw tightened noticeably, and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, those blue eyes darkening while they moved over my outfit… the tiny skirt riding high on my thighs, the crop top clinging to my chest, all that bare skin on display.

His grip tightened on the rolling pin, his knuckles turning white for a moment before he loosened his grip. He tried to act normal, clearing his throat. “You’re back. Good. Come help with the dough. I could use an extra pair of hands to roll this out.”

I smiled sweetly, letting my voice drop into a flirty tone. “Yes, Daddy.”

The word came out playful on the surface, but I knew he understood what I meant. I swayed my hips deliberately as I walked past him to the counter, my short skirt brushing against his thigh on the way. I swore I heard his breathing catch.

I stopped right beside him, close enough that our arms almost touched, and reached for the dough. I could feel his eyes on me even as he tried to focus, and the kitchen was filled with unspoken tension.