Perfection.
Every single fucking inch of her is perfection. From the mess of dirty blond curls spilling down across her bare shoulders, to the perky, bra-less tits that bounce as she grabs a bag from the car, to the perfect ass I catch only a brief glimpse of as she bends over.
Yoga pants. No panties. A little hint of camel toe.
Fuck.
I gave it all up for Brandi—all the best pussy in the world that I could have had. A girl like this could have been in my bed tonight. I could have had my aching cock buried deep inside her with my lips around her perky little nipples as she screamed my name into my ear.
But fuck it. I’m single now, right?
“You know, delivery drivers usually don’t park their cars.” I grin. “They leave them running while they bring the food in.”
The girl blinks a couple times as though she doesn’t understand what I’m saying. As she shifts her weight, her unbelievable rack jiggles, causing my cock to pulse between my legs.
“I—I’m sorry? Deliveries?”
“Uber Eats, right? Or Door Dash? Which one are you?”
“I’m neither…” she says slowly. There’s a tone in her voice as though I just said something so stupid she can’t even process it. “I’m Taylor. I’m your stepdaughter.”
Oh. Fuck.
2
Taylor
The tension in the air has me ready to fall over. Where the hell is my mom and please tell me this isn’t who I think it is!
The man standing before me is drop-dead gorgeous, like a rugged prince who stepped out of a men’s magazine. His hair, almost black, once swept back, hangs loosely, framing his intense blue eyes that seem to hold me with an unknown power.
His skin is glistening with a thin layer of sweat that reveals the cuts and striations in his chiseled muscles. Arms of a gladiator. As he breathes, his thick chest rises and falls, calling attention to his broad shoulders. His pants are filthy but expensive, and the designer tank-top he’s wearing clings to his muscled chest like a second layer of skin.
I’d bet he’s six-foot-something and in his thirties.
He’s here at my mom’s house, so unless I’ve completely lost my mind, the man standing before me is my stepfather.
“I’m Taylor,” I say. “I’m your stepdaughter.”
Yeah. This is bad.
Don’t blame me, okay? But a flash of a total porn scenario blips through my head as I stare at him. It’s not even a conscious thing; it’s not like I try to imagine him on top of me, pinning me down on the bed, doing what he wants with me.
I just…do.
Can you control your cravings when you see a perfectly delicious ice-cream sundae? No? Then you know how I feel looking at Rick.
Rick. My mom’s husband.
Oh, God. I don’t know whether I’m completely turned on or about to be sick.
“Oh,” Rick says simply. “I thought you weren’t arriving until tomorrow.”
“I got upgraded to an earlier flight. Thought I’d come and surprise Mom. She is here, isn’t she?”
Rick nods. “She is. But not for long. I’m kicking her out tomorrow.”
The way he speaks—it’s like his word is gospel. I know he’s a CEO, a type-A personality, but having never met him before, I didn’t know what to expect. But now I see he’s a man who’s used to getting what he wants. The world moves when he says it does, and if he says my mom has to be out by tomorrow, he means it.
“Why, Rick? What…did something happen?”
My skin is hot, almost tingling, and my heart is racing. “Your mom cheated on me, Taylor. I’m sorry to have be blunt about it, but that’s what happened.”
Shit.
“Oh…” I say sadly. “I’m so sorry, Rick. I…I understand why you would want her out then. I just…you pay for my school. My mom can’t afford to send me to college…”
I hang my head in shame—my mother’s shame. Then I feel Rick’s index finger beneath my chin. He lifts my eyes to his, and it’s like a full blast of heat to my face. His eyes are filled with burning, unmistakable passion. This is a man who will not be denied, and although I may be a virgin, I can read a man’s look, and I know what he wants right now.
And I know what I want too.
It happened in an instant. One minute I was Taylor, the happy high-school-graduate on her way home to see Mom and meet her husband, and now I’m a drooling little puppy dog trapped in the gaze of her gorgeous stepdad.
This is so wrong. Forbidden. Maybe even illegal?
No. That would only be if we were actually related.
“Jesus,” he growls. “The boys at your school must have all wanted you. Which one made you his?”
The intensity is almost too much to bear. I feel my knees begin to quiver and a pulsing sensation rise between my thighs. “I… None of them,” I admit.
“What does that mean?” he asks.
“I never had a boyfriend, Rick.”
He frowns at me. Does he think I’m lying? Does he really think a girl who doesn’t drink, doesn’t sneak out and party, and prefers to spend her time alone writing and drawing in her room is the kind of girl the boys would be fawning over?
“Bullshit,” he says roughly. “You’re telling me you’re a virgin?”
Wow. Way to just come right out and say it! I don’t know why, but I feel suddenly embarrassed. I just met this man—my stepdad—and he’s confronting me about something so personal. So raw. I don’t even know what to say, so I simply shake my head, expecting him to shake his back. But he doesn’t.
He smiles.
“You know, I think I may have thought of a way to make this work. Are you a good student, Taylor?”
“Yes,” I say softly.
“You want to go to college, right?”
“Yes.”
He moves closer to me, so close I can feel the heat from his body. I smell his deodorant, similar to men’s cologne, masked by the smell of something related to cars. Mom told me he had a shop at the house. That must have been what he was doing when I arrived.
His strong, rough hand slides around my body and settles on my lower back. I feel his hot breath on my cheeks as he pulls me closer, and instinctively, I let my lips fall open.
His presence is hypnotic. I feel as though a spell has been cast on me, like I’ve stepped into the presence of a god.
Rick’s lips close in on mine.
Is this going to be my first kiss?
“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” Rick purrs, his words buzzing up my spine. “And you haven’t had sex at all. See where I’m going with this, Taylor?”
“Rick, I—”
“Call me Daddy, beautiful.”
Wow. I did not expect that. My friends always teased me at school, telling me that because my dad divorced my mom when I was nine, that I had “daddy issues.” I always denied it though. Sure, I’d watched some role-play porn scenarios a few times, but who hasn’t? It’s not like I ever had a daddy-kink.
Or at least that’s what I thought…until now.
“Daddy.” The word slides off my tongue with ease, like I was meant to say it. Rick’s eyes flare and he pulls me closer, so close that if I puckered my lips at all they would touch his.