My Step Father, My Desire

Emma “Yes,” I whisper, embarrassed it must have sounded as a moan. I take long steps to match his. The sensation between my thighs getting even worse. I nod a greeting to his red-headed secretary as we make way to his office. She tells him she has his coffee on his table already and he thanks her before we disappear into his office. The air is different when I step in. Cold and smells like him. A musky mix of chocolate and a woody scent. I take a long inhale as I set the documents on his table then turn around to leave. “Wait, Emma,” he calls out. I turn back to him and let out a sharp breath. His suit jacket is off now and I can see his taut arm muscles hugging his shirt. I'd give anything to have this view every day. Those strong arms pining against these walls while he fucks me silly. I watch as he take a quick sip of his coffee, imagining those lips on mine instead. And those between my thighs. I bite the instead of my mouth, pressing my legs together to stop the violent t

Knox “Mum,” Emma says with disgust as she turns to Georgina. Shit. “What is she doing here baby?” Gina asks as she walks into my office. Her heels leaving a clicking sound on her trail. Gina has a sexy red dress on. It's completely inappropriate to be worn into the office but I'm the fucking boss around here. “I needed to speak with her,” I reply, standing to my feet to hug Gina. I'm actually glad she stopped by. She's the only one I know terrifies Emma. They both have a complicated relationship I don't quite understand. “Are you done?” Gina questions. Her eyes move to Emma. “Yes…yes we are.” Emma has a frown on her face with the folder in her arm as she stares at her mother. “Thank you for the offer, Mr Williams. I can't wait to start and you with anything you need.” Emma's eyes are on mine now. “Anything.” “You this-” I clear my throat wanting to ease the sudden tension in the room. “You can leave now,” I order Emma and she does just that. Georgina scoffs as the

KnoxI shift in my leather chair, trying to focus on Cynthia's presentation slides projected on the conference room wall. But I'm barely in the room with them. My head is muddled with thoughts of last night. The feel of my stepdaughter's hand on my dick. "Our demographic analysis shows a 34% uptick in engagement when we target the 25-to-40 age bracket," Cynthia says, her pointer dancing across colorful charts. I'm completely lost when she goes on to the next slide. I was stupid for letting Emma touch me. And we almost got caught. Not like we did anything. But it didn't look that way when Zach, her boyfriend walked in. I should have walked away when I had the chance. It can't-"Mr Williams? What do you think about the budget allocation?" Cynthia's voice cut through my thoughts. I blink, realizing she is looking at me expectantly, just like the others. Dammit. “The budget, yes. It seems..comprehensive.”Cynthia lifts her eyebrows slightly. She has been my campaign lead for three ye

Knox My senses freeze and my body seizes as she tries to coax me into a kiss.I jerk my head back, dragging my lips away from hers. She lunges again but this time I am ready.My fingers snake around her neck, almost choking her.Her eyes bulged, wide with fear that glazes over them.She claws at my hand to break my tight hold on her neck. Using my superior strength, I pin her flailing wrists with my free hand.She struggles with me which is a lame attempt. “Now listen to me, you fool,” I growl in a rough voice I barely recognize. “You will leave my office, and my life! I do not want you around me. Let me refresh your memory; we are divorced!”I shove myself to my feet. As I release my hold, she stumbles forward, nearly collapsing.Out of instinct, I grab her arm, steadying her before she can fall.She regains her footing, coughing and rubbing her neck.Her eyes became dark in hostility. “You're so despicable, Knox!” she hurled the insult at me. “If you think I will let you get rid

Emma I snap my eyes open, my chest heaving, as short gasps of breath tore through my lungs.My eyes darts around the familiar surrounding of my room, so it's a dream? But the wet, tingling sensation down there makes everything feel so real.The continuous blare of the alarm wipes the grogginess from my eyes. I roll onto the other side of my bed, facing the nightstand. In a quick motion, I stretched my arm, putting off the alarm. Silence fills the room and then I lay on my back, my eyes on the ceiling.Still breathing hard, I ball my hands into tight fists, slamming them hard into the mattress. My feet thrash the tangled sheet in frustration.I slap my temple which is covered in perspiration. And again, the cold, gentle breeze streaming into my room does nothing to cool the heat building up from within.I groan and drag myself up to a sitting position, leaning on the headboard. The strands of my blonde hair is a mess, falling over my face, and sticking to my sweaty face.I fling it