All Chapters of Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 28DelaneyI open my eyes, half-expecting that when I do, this will all have been a dream. Or a nightmare, I'm not sure. Did I really just take off my clothes and ride Marcus on the roof of the house? The sunroom is completely transparent, encased in glass, for shit's sake, and I'm sitting here with Marcus's cock still inside me.When I open my eyes, I'm looking into Marcus's. "Hi," he says, and his mouth turns up at the corners, that shit-eating-grin on his face. Damn it, I just know that he's going to be impossible to live with now. He's going to think I want him all the time. I feel obligated to let him know that is definitely not going to be the case."I hope you don't think this means anything is different between us," I say. Crap, that came out wrong. It sounds totally bitchy.But Marcus laughs. "Whatever you say, darlin'," he says. "You want to pretend like you're not lusting after me all the time, go right ahead.""See, I knew that's what you'd think if we ever hooked

MarcusI'm lying on her bed, still wrapped in a towel and reading her novel, when Delaney comes out of the bathroom. Before I can even make a comment about the book, she's snatched it out of my hand."Why are you reading this?""Because it was sitting on your pillow.""So you thought that was an invite?" She's shoving it in her desk drawer, hiding it away, I suppose with good reason because that book was pretty fucking dirty. I knew Delaney had a wild side to her."An invite is me telling you to sit on my face," I say. "You leaving your dirty books lying around just means anyone can pick them up and read them.""It's not a dirty book," she says."Really?" I ask, getting up and rushing toward her desk. She lunges back toward the desk, going for the desk drawer, but she misses, and I pull the book out, flipping open to one of the pages. Delaney jumps up, one hand holding the towel around her breasts. Honestly, the only reason I even hold the book out of her reach is because I want her t

DelaneyDamn it, damn it, damn it.I let the shower water run over me, half-hoping that Marcus will yank open the shower door and step inside, pushing me up against the wall the way he did last night. I can still feel his hands on my skin, the smell of him lingering in the air. When I wash him off me, I'm a little sad.But I put thoughts of him aside. I hooked up with Marcus O'Neal once. I can't hook up with him again. Even if every part of my body is screaming at me to go back into the bedroom and tell Marcus that I want him.I know better than to do something like that, for all kinds of reasons, like the fact that Marcus is my step-brother. If my mother found out, she'd lose her shit. Anja would be horrified. And my father would be unimaginably disappointed. Or the fact that Marcus is not a relationship kind of guy. Besides, I really don't know if I can even stand him outside of the bedroom.In the bedroom, though…fireworks. I'm not terribly experienced – I slept with a grand total

Delaney"Kombanwa," I say, bowing as I speak my greeting, good evening, in Japanese. "Hajimemashite. Watashi no namae wa Delaney Marlowe desu." I introduce myself in Japanese, already rusty after not speaking it since I've been in Texas."It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Marlowe." Akira Ito is young, probably late twenties, and looks like a Japanese film star. No one told me that. How do I say I thought you were an old man, in Japanese? He's covering my hand with his and looking me in the eye, apparently not content with just a Japanese greeting. "You speak Japanese with ease. Tell me you didn't just learn an introduction for us."My father walks up beside me, claps his hand on my shoulder, and Akira drops my hand. "Delaney was an Asian Studies major in college," he says. "She's been studying Japanese for years.""I'm thrilled to be helping with Marcus's tour," I say. "And I'm very much looking forward to visiting Japan." Mentally, I'm only partially here. I haven't seen Marcus all ni

I slip through the crowds unnoticed, my cocktail in hand, walking past the guesthouse and down the lawn toward the garden. The estate is ridiculously huge, set on twenty acres, a lot of it wooded, but the grounds around the house are large. The garden is modeled after English gardens, but with Texas flair, of course. There's a maze in the corner made of greenery and I wander through it, almost surprised I remember the way, only making one turn that leads to a dead end before I reach him.Marcus is standing there holding a drink, and wearing a tuxedo. The party is black tie, which is ridiculous given the weather and the fact that it's a July Fourth party in Texas, but Anja insists we're not a bunch of hicks. It's still warm and humid, even though it's almost eleven at night.The only other time I've seen Marcus in a suit is at the July Fourth party the summer of my eighteenth birthday. I have a hard time deciding if he looks better in this or in the racing gear that fits him like a glo