Dirty Little secrets
But then I heard footsteps behind me, light and cocky, and there he was Jax, my stupid stepbrother, sauntering in like he owned the place in nothing but his boxers, that low-slung waistband doing things it had no right to, his hair all messy from sleep or whatever he'd been doing upstairs.
My eyes went straight there, traitor that my body was, and fuck, I felt it immediately that warm rush between my legs, soaking through my shorts like I hadn't just sworn off him a million times.
He caught me staring, of course, that smirk spreading slowly across his face as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, muscles flexing like he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Why the cold shoulder, Liv? You'
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