All Chapters of MY STEPBROTHER’S CURVY TEMPTATION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AuroraMonday morning started like any other after the weekend with the quiet tension of secrecy and the residual warmth of the night before.I arrived at the office a few minutes earlier than usual, set my bag down, and powered on my computer while the executive floor slowly filled with movement. Prescott had come in before me. Through the glass wall of his office, I could see him already on a call, jacket off, expression focused in that sharp way of his. When he noticed me at my desk, his eyes held mine for a brief second longer than necessary before he turned back to the conversation.That small look alone was enough to settle a soft heat under my skin.The first few hours passed in a steady rhythm of emails, schedule confirmations, and document reviews. Lena remained coolly polite whenever our paths crossed, though her attention lingered more than it used to. I had learned to ignore it. There were already enough people circling the edges of my private life without inviting more.I

AuroraI couldn’t concentrate after the woman left.She walked out of Prescott’s office with the same unshaken confidence she had entered with, her heels striking the floor in clean, deliberate clicks. She didn’t look at me again. She didn’t need to. Whatever had happened inside that office had been enough to leave Prescott standing motionless behind his desk, staring after her like someone who had just been dragged backward through time.I sat at my desk with my hands too still on the keyboard.Beautiful. Poised. Familiar with him in a way that made my stomach turn.And he had looked shaken.In all the time I had known Prescott Zane, I had seen him angry, amused, hungry, cold, and possessive. I had never seen him look like that frozen, exposed, caught between reactions he couldn’t quite control. The sight of it clung to me long after the woman disappeared into the elevator.The next twenty minutes passed in a blur of forced work. Every so often I glanced through the glass. Prescott

Prescott’s POVI made the decision before I let myself pretend I hadn’t.If I ignored Mia, she would come back. If I sat across from her once, I could hear the explanation she never gave and shut the door myself. That was the clean version. The true one was uglier, a part of me had been waiting years to ask why she could love me one week and vanish the next.I changed into a black shirt and went downstairs.Aurora was in the living room with a book she was not reading. The second my footsteps hit the last stair, she looked up. She already knew.“You’re going,” she said.“Yes.”I stopped close enough to see the tightness at the corner of her mouth.“It’s just dinner,” I said.Her laugh was small and humorless. “People keep using that sentence like it makes anything safer.”“I’m not going to her.” I held her gaze. “I’m going to end it. She walked into my office like she still had a claim. I won’t leave that sitting open.”“You didn’t say no when she asked.”“I didn’t say yes either. I’m

PrescottI kept her bent over the kitchen island until her moans turned broken and her arms began to tremble against the marble.Aurora was soaked around my cock, clenching with every deep thrust, her breath coming in short, helpless gasps each time I buried myself to the hilt. The sight of her like that back arched, fingers spread against the counter, completely open for me fed the raw need still burning under my skin. The day had tried to put distance between us. Mia’s voice. Lena’s comments the doubt in Aurora’s eyes, I was erasing all of it with every stroke.“Press…” Her voice cracked on my name.“I know.” I leaned over her, chest to her back, and bit lightly at the curve of her shoulder. “One more time like this. Then I’m taking you upstairs.”I reached around and rubbed her clit in firm, relentless circles while I fucked into her harder. Her reaction was immediate a sharp cry left her throat as her body tightened, thighs shaking against mine. She came with a shudder that ran

​AuroraFor a few days after‍ Mia’‌s appearance, the h‌ouse existed in a str⁠ang‍e, brittle calm.Pr‌escott was more attentiv‍e than usual not smot‍hering, but deliberate.⁠ He checked my‌ mood in​ small⁠ ways, t​ouched me more often in passing, pul​le⁠d me i⁠nto h‌is r⁠oom at nig‍ht with⁠ a ki​nd of quiet intensity that felt like both desire and rea​ssuran‌c‍e. Part of me leane‌d‍ into it Another part still carried th‌e imag‍e of him standi‍ng frozen in his office while his ex-girlfri‍end s⁠miled at him like‍ she had never lost the righ⁠t.I told myse‌lf we were steady.I almost believed it.Then Zoe texted.*Zoe:* Hey⁠.‍ I’ve been thinking about our last con‌ve⁠r‍sation. I w​as⁠ hars‌h. Can we tal‍k?​ No accusati⁠ons.​ I just miss my friend.I stared at the messa‌ge fo​r a long time.Our last⁠ meeting i⁠n the ca‍fé h​ad ended coldly, with her anger s‍itting⁠ o⁠penly between us and my guilt clos‍e behind it. I hadn’t exp⁠ec​ted her to r‍each out firs​t a soft, hopeful part of m‍e w​an