OBSESSED WITH MY BROTHER-IN-LAW

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at myself like I was about to commit a crime.

My pulse was already thudding low between my thighs, steady and insistent. The burgundy silk lingerie clung to my skin, thin enough that my nipples stood out in clear, hard points. I had skipped the panties on purpose the second I stepped out of the shower. Nothing was going to be between me and whatever the hell I was about to do.

I grabbed the little bottle of scented oil and started smoothing it on slowly. The smell was warm and a little dangerous. Just how I wanted it.

Am I really doing this?

I bit my lower lip hard enough to feel it. Seven days. That was all that was left. Seven days until I walked down an aisle and became Mrs. Adrian Vale. A lifetime of careful smiles and caution.

Adrian hadn’t even tried to kiss me again after that one awkward disaster months ago. The one where he had cum in his pants from a single kiss and then acted like it never happened. I had spent months telling myself friendship was enough, but… Tonight I was done lying to myself.

I was going to seduce him. I needed to know once and for all if the man I was about to marry was even capable of satisfying me.

I crossed the short corridor barefoot, carefully so as not to wake anyone in the full house.

Adrian’s door opposite mine was right there. My fingers curled around the handle. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed the door open.

Pitch dark.

Only the faintest silver edge of moonlight slipped through a gap in the heavy curtains, just enough to outline the big bed and the long shape of a man on it. I closed the door behind me with a soft click and stood still, listening to his low, steady breathing.

He was asleep.

A wicked little smile tugged at my mouth. Even better. I was going to wake him up with his cock already in my mouth.

I moved carefully, finding the edge of the mattress by touch. The sheet only came up to his waist. He was shirtless. My palm landed softly on the warm skin of his stomach first, then slid upward over the hard ridges of muscle. He felt solid under my touch. It was kind of… different.

And the smell of him…

God.

He was wearing a new cologne tonight. This one was darker, sharper, and completely intoxicating. It made my mouth water.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to the side of his neck, tasting the faint salt of his skin. Then higher, to the corner of his mouth.

But still, Adrian didn’t stir.

Doubt hit me hard and suddenly.

What if he was awake and just… not responding? What if he didn’t want me?

My stomach twisted. I almost pulled back.

Instead I smirked into the dark.

“Let’s see if you’ll resist this.”

My hand traveled lower, over the sheet, and found the thick bulge waiting for me.

Damn.

My eyes widened.

He was huge.

Even through the fabric I could feel the heavy length of him, already half-hard against his thigh.

My breath caught. This was the first time I had ever touched him like this. That failed kiss months ago had ended before I ever got this far. There was no running away now. Not when I had already discovered this powerful weapon he had been keeping from me.

I climbed onto the bed with a cheeky smile and straddled his hips, trapping him underneath me. I leaned down again until my lips brushed his.

“Adrian…”

His eyes opened sharply and alert.

A low chuckle slipped out of me. Half nerves and half pure want.

He didn’t speak. But his body was tense. I guess he was shocked to see me. In the dim light I could only see the dark shape of him and the faint gleam of his gaze. For one terrifying second I thought he might push me off.

Instead one large hand grabbed my waist and yanked me down hard against him.

The sudden contact dragged a soft, helpless sound from my throat. I felt the hard ridge of his cock press right between my bare thighs. No panties. Nothing but heat and the thin barrier of the sheet.

At first he seemed almost hesitant, like he hadn’t expected it. His lips parting under mine with a quiet inhale. Then something in him snapped. He kissed me back deep and hungry, a low moan vibrating against my tongue as he sucked it into his mouth. His other hand slid up my side and spread wide over the soft mound of my chest.

He found a nipple through the silk lingerie I had on and pinched hard, rolling it between his fingers until it stiffened into a tight, aching peak. Pleasure shot straight down between my legs like lightning.

I rocked against him without thinking, feeling his dick thicken even more under the sheet. I was dripping wet now. My hands mapped every hard ridge of his torso restlessly.

He smelled so good I wanted to lick the scent off his skin. I wanted to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in while he fucked me senseless. I was goddamn horny.

His hand left my chest only long enough to shove the sheet down. The second his bare cock sprang free I felt the hot, heavy weight of it against my inner thigh.

Fuck.

Even in the very dim light, it was the thickest, longest dick I had ever seen. His cock was already slick with precum.

I swallowed hard, weirdly grateful it was just precum and not actual cum like the last time.

My breath stuttered. Everything about this felt different. A hundred times better than that awkward disaster months ago. With this, I was glad I wasn’t going to make a mistake marrying him.

I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around him, stroking once from base to tip. He was even bigger than he had felt through the fabric. My thumb brushed over the wet slit and he groaned into my mouth as our tongues entwined. His hips jerked upward hard.

“Fuck,” I whispered against his lips, the word breaking on a shaky laugh. “You’re good… God.”

He answered by flipping me in one smooth, powerful motion, settling his weight between my thighs like he belonged there.