Desired By My StepDad and His Son
"I'm your step-father, Chloe. I've spent every single day trying to be the man you needed, the stable presence in your life. Fighting it is the only thing that kept this house standing."
"Well, the house is shaking now," she whispered, shifting her hips again, the friction of her soft curves against his thigh sending a jolt of heat straight to his core.
"And I don't want stability right now. I don't want a father figure. I want a man. I want you."
Marcus let out a ragged groan, his resolve snapping like a dry twig. He surged forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a collision. It was desperate, hungry, and fueled by years of suppressed longing.