Stepbrother Dearest (Forbidden Romance #1) Read Online Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Romance Series by Penelope Ward
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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A good buzz was starting to develop just as I felt Elec’s firm grip on my wrist.

“Come on.” His fingertips grazed the small of my back as he led me down the stairs.

I should have expected that he might drag me on to the dance floor. What I absolutely couldn’t have predicted was how phenomenal of a dancer he was.

The eyes of several of the women in the club followed his every move as I discovered for the first time that my stepbrother could dance his ass off.

Who knew?

Although, should it really have surprised me that someone who could fuck like Elec could also move his body just as well in other ways?

I felt for those women. We all had one thing in common. We all wanted a piece of him, and none of us would be getting any.

Seriously. His movements were like those of a stripper, but this was even more of a tease because you knew he wouldn’t be taking his clothes off.

It was truly like an erotic show: the way he moved his hips, the way his ass swayed to the music, the way his tongue glided slowly along his lip ring as he got lost in the rhythm.

Imagine you’re watching Magic Mike, and the DVD gets stuck on repeat right before the first strip scene starts. That was watching Elec dance.

I moved my body to the music alongside him, but he never put his hands on me while we were dancing together.

At one point, his hot breath tickled my ear as he leaned into me. “I’m gonna find a bathroom. Stay here where I can locate you.”

After Elec left me alone, a man wearing a pink collared shirt started to dance with me. He began to speak loudly through the music as he asked me questions to which I gave him one-word answers.

A few minutes later, I felt an arm wrap around my waist from behind. The addicting smell of Elec’s skin identified him right away, so I didn’t resist when he pulled me back. After I turned around to face him, his eyes peered into mine with a warning look. He couldn’t say anything about my dancing with the man because that would have been inappropriate given his own situation. He had no right to stop me from dancing with someone. Yet, he knew he could get away with it because of the tunnel vision effect he had on me.

A flashback of Elec’s texts to me the night of my date with Corey all those years ago came to mind.

“You don’t even like him.”

“How would you know that?”

“Because you like me.”

Once Elec got me far enough away from the guy, he let go of me. We were back to dancing to the fast-paced music and after another round of drinks, it became even easier to get lost in the mood. In the span of an hour, we never stopped dancing. Even though we weren’t touching, Elec’s eyes were fixed on mine a lot. The room was starting to sway a little, and that was an indicator that perhaps it was time to stop imbibing.

Suddenly, the music changed to the first slow song of the night. An alarm went off in my mind. This couldn’t happen. I nudged my head for him to follow me off the dance floor. I started to walk off and felt his hand on mine. I stopped and turned to him.

Still holding my hand, he mouthed, “Dance with me.”

Even though I knew this was going to be the moment that completely undid me, I nodded my head and reluctantly let him pull me into him. He let out a deep breath the moment I landed in the warmth of his arms.

Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his chest and conceded to the pain that had been building inside me since the moment I first saw him with Chelsea. With each pounding beat of his heart, another of my old wounds would burst open, destroying all of the self-protective mechanisms I’d tried to implement over these past couple of days.

If I hadn’t moved from my position, I might have been able to get through the song. But I was a glutton for punishment and needed to know if the look on his face matched the intensity of his heartbeat.

My cheek slowly slid away from his chest. As I lifted my head upwards to look at him, he lowered his head slowly at almost exactly the same time as if he’d been waiting for me to look at him.

The desire in eyes was blatant. I breathed in to catch each heavy breath that escaped his lips. If I couldn’t kiss him, I wanted to at least taste every breath.

Then, he touched his forehead to mine.

It was a simple and seemingly innocent gesture, but couple that moment with the climactic part of the song, and that was it for me.


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