All Chapters of We shouldn’t be doing this, Step-brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SiennaWe continued kissing till we both paused to catch our breath a bit.For a moment, neither of us moved. The sound of the shower filled the space between our breaths — steady, rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat. Then he leaned in, closing the gap, his mouth finding mine.The kiss was different this time — slower, deeper. I could feel the heat rising, spreading from where his hands rested on my hips. His lips trailed down to my jaw, my neck, each kiss leaving a spark that refused to fade.When I tilted my head back, his breath brushed against my skin. “Jaxon…” I breathed, barely able to say his name.He looked up at me, eyes darkened by something tender, something raw. “Tell me what you want.”I didn’t have to. The way I touched him, the way I leaned into him said everything. My hands slid up, resting against his shoulders, and I drew him closer until our bodies aligned again.The water fell harder, hotter. My skin tingled when his fingers traced slow circles around my clit. He rem

SiennaBy the time we got back to the suite, night had fully settled over the city. The lights from below glittered across the skyline, bouncing off the glass walls like scattered stars. Jaxon ordered dinner from room service — nothing fancy, just pasta, grilled chicken, and a bottle of red wine.We ate on the couch, barefoot, half-watching the muted TV. The air felt softer now, calmer than earlier. For a while, it was easy to forget the strange message, the awkward moment with the stranger.I curled up beside him, my head resting on his chest. His arm wrapped around me lazily. “See?” I said quietly. “We survived the day.”He chuckled. “Barely.”I smiled, tracing circles against his shirt. The sound of the city below, the faint hum of the AC, the soft rhythm of his heartbeat — it all felt grounding. Real.After dinner, I got up to tidy the plates. He stayed sprawled across the couch, half-asleep, eyes flicking toward the TV every few seconds. It was peaceful. For once, no alarms. No t

SiennaThe day stretched out longer than I expected. Every time we stepped out of the suite, I could feel eyes — not one pair, but several. Maybe it was paranoia. Maybe it wasn’t.The lobby was alive with movement — travelers talking, luggage rolling, the faint clink of glasses from the café corner — but even with all that noise, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone’s gaze was trailing us.Jaxon tried to act calm, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else. He carried his laptop everywhere now, fingers tapping against the cover like he was counting seconds.We sat for a while in one of the hotel lounges, pretending to scroll through our phones. But my eyes kept drifting — scanning faces, glances, movements.A man by the window lowered his newspaper the moment I looked at him. A woman at the front desk turned away quickly when our eyes met. Every sound — every click of heels, every soft laugh — felt sharper.“Jaxon,” I whispered finally, “someone’s following us.”He looked up fr

SiennaWhen I finally opened my eyes, the light spilling through the curtains felt too bright. My head ached — not from sleep, but from everything that happened the night before. My chest still felt heavy, like the weight of it hadn’t fully left.The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the AC. I turned slowly and saw Jaxon sitting by the desk, laptop open, phone beside him, eyes fixed on the screen. His hair was still messy, and the towel around his waist showed he’d just come from the shower.He looked calm — but focused.“What are you doing?” I asked softly, my voice still hoarse.He looked up immediately, eyes softening when he saw I was awake. “Hey. You should rest more.”“I can’t,” I murmured, sitting up slowly. “I’ve been replaying everything.”He stood and came to sit beside me. “I know,” he said gently. “But I’ve checked everything — the phone, the laptop, every trace. I used a few tools to scan the files.” He showed me the screen. “No leaks. No uploads. That idiot didn’

SiennaThe sunlight poured softly through the tall glass windows, painting golden lines across the suite. It was our last morning in Dubai — and the thought brought a strange mix of calm and quiet sadness. The trip had felt like a dream, and now, waking up felt like trying to hold on to the last part of it before the real world returned.I stretched, still half tangled in the sheets, and turned toward Jaxon. He was already awake — scrolling through his phone, his hair a little messy, his grin lazy.“Morning,” he said, voice rough.“Morning,” I mumbled, sitting up. “You’re up early.”He smirked. “You move too much in your sleep. I didn’t really have a choice.”I tossed a pillow at him, laughing. “Oh, please. You snore.”“Lies.” He threw the pillow back. “Anyway, you’re the one who kept mumbling my name in your sleep.”My face flushed instantly. “I did not!”He laughed and got up, stretching his arms. “You did. Want me to record it next time?”I rolled my eyes and slipped out of bed. As