YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES)
I hated myself for it, but I was waiting for him.
The door creaked open, and my breath caught. Jacob slipped inside, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips. He closed the door softly, locking it, his eyes fixed on me.
“You’re awake,” he murmured.
“Jacob, we can’t,” I whispered, sitting up, clutching the sheet. “Rachel’s upstairs.”
He crossed the room, sliding onto the bed, his hand on my thigh, pushing the sheet away.
“She’s asleep,” he said, his fingers trailing up my skin, under my shorts. “I promised you a welcome.”
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