Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Could she be putting Zoe in danger to get back at her father?
I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that happen. But it’s clear there will be no victory in the boardroom. “Very well, mother. Leave us with our new intern.”
Jacob
I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so much in my life.
Maybe I should be ashamed that I’m fantasizing about my stepsister, in plain view of my mother, but I’m not. I’m imagining Zoe sitting on the conference table in front of me, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, our tongues tangling. Bridger is watching us, fingers of one hand drumming on the table. Judging my performance.
Approving.
My reaction to that idea adds confusion to my lust. The idea of my brother watching me fuck shouldn’t make me so hard, but dammit, it does. I spent a lot of years rebelling, trying to prove how little I needed Bridger’s approval—and I thought I was over trying to court his pride. We are both important members of this company. I’m no longer the young kid with a case of idol worship, am I?
Bridger started the company first, got married first (now divorced), made a billion dollars first. But besides the marriage part, I’ve done those things now, too. At twenty-eight, I’m secure in myself. There’s no reason I should be turned on by the idea of fucking Zoe and having him observe, giving his stamp of approval. So what gives?
In danger of overheating, I have to shrug out of my suit jacket and drape it over one of the chairs. Zoe bites her lip and runs her gaze down to my belt buckle, before her eyes cut away. Was that a flare of excitement I saw on her face? Does she want this, too?
“Very well, mother. Leave us with our new intern,” Bridger says.
Catherine clicks from the room, shoulders back, secure in her victory.
As soon as the door closes behind her, the atmosphere changes.
Zoe’s gaze ticks between us, a puff of breath parting her gorgeous lips, and I know we must look like hungry beasts with prey in their sightlines. It’s how I feel. The moment I saw her, I had to begin restraining myself. But how long will I be able to do that?
“Do you live nearby, Zoe?” Bridger asks.
“Yes.” She names a less than desirable neighborhood. Not a dangerous one, just an area with cheap rent and a lot of students. Young men. Too many of them.
“That’s not going to work,” I say, once again planting my fists on the table.
“No,” Bridger agrees in a murmur. “It’s not.” My brother picks up the conference room phone. “Evelyn, please book the presidential suite at the Four Seasons.” He pauses. “Starting tonight. Leave the reservation open indefinitely.” He hangs up.
Zoe is shaking her head. “You don’t have to do that. My place is fine.”
“Fine isn’t good enough,” Bridger says. “We’ll have a staff member bring your things to the hotel tonight.”
She blinks. “Are you two always this…”
“This what?” I prompt her.
“Intense? High-handed?”
“Yes,” we say at the same time.
Zoe takes a breath. “At least you’re honest.”
“Are we scaring you, Zoe?” Bridger asks, smoothing his red tie. “Or would a daredevil like you be…excited about taking on her two stepbrothers?”
Leave it to Bridger to be blunt as hell.
We’re both used to getting what we want, but the older Onasis is notorious for his refusal to waste time. His direct manner. Once the question is spoken out loud, the atmosphere in the room closes in a little bit more. It’s quiet, save the sound of our breathing. Her eyes are wide, her fingers sliding off the table to clasp in her lap.
“What do you mean? T-take you on?”
“What do you think he means, Zoe?” I ask quietly.
A shiver goes through her. “But…I’m your stepsister.”
I reach down and grip my cock. “This doesn’t seem to care.”
A flush rules her cheeks, her tits heave with punctuated breaths.
“Reel it back, Jacob. You’re making her nervous.” This from Bridger. “Have you had a man yet, Zoe?”
After a small hesitation, she shakes her head. “No.”
I barely manage to trap a groan in my throat. Virgin.
Even Bridger seems like he’s having trouble keeping his breathing even, a sheen of sweat starting to appear on his forehead. “Do you find Jacob attractive, angel?”
Her eyes are downcast, but they tick to mine now and I hold my breath. “Yes.”
“And me?”
She nods, shakily. Hums in the affirmative.
“Good girl. You’re over eighteen…yes?”
“Yes, my birthday was last month.”
“Then legally, there is nothing to stop us.” Bridger leans back in his chair and unzips his pants. “Go sit on Jacob’s lap. He wants to welcome you to the company properly.”
“How?” I ask hoarsely.
Bridger and I share a look rife with meaning. How easily we’ve fallen into the roles I was envisioning. Does he want to watch me touch and fuck Zoe, too? Does he want to direct us from a distance, encouraging and approving? My balls cinch up, my blood pumping eagerly at the prospect of being observed. Appraised. “Kiss her.”