Poor Neil

Leilani

I was curled in the large tub in my bathroom, arms curled around my knees, my chin buried in the soft, fluffy fabric of my robe.

My thoughts were all over the place, guilt festering in my mind like a sore. I actually had sex with my fiancé's step-brother. Oh, what was I thinking?

How do I face Neil now?

How do I even keep this secret from him with all of us in the same house? Or is this all a sexual dream gone wrong? Why would I, an engaged lady, even have sexual dreams of Adonis in the first place? Thousands of questions echoed in my mind but beneath all of that was an excitement that I was trying so hard to bury.

The female excitement that grew from the moment Adonis said he wants me.

The way he kissed me.

The way he fucked me.

My face heated as obscene sexual flashbacks swarmed my mind.

“Oh, Christ…” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut as I smoothed my hands down my legs to ease the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared.

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