Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 50

Chapter 5

I pull a stool out from the kitchen island and gesture for her to

sit down, angling my body to try to conceal my raging erection.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask, noticing her eyes.

drifting to the fridge.

Abby nods, “Water is fine.” She continues to glance around the kitchen, taking in the oversized, stainless–steel appliances, the marbled countertops, and the expensive expresso maker that one of my longtime clients bought me as a thank–you gift last

year.

“Wow, this kitchen is gorgeous!” she tells me as I open the fridge and grab a bottle of Fiji water.

I place the bottle in front of her and can’t help but smile at the way her eyes are sparkling from the overhead lights. “Thanks,” she says and quickly takes a few sips.

An overwhelming urge to hold her, to protect her, to be the one to make sure she never experiences sadness again is beginning to consume me. I can’t believe anyone would want to betray her the way Jason has.

“Are you feeling a little better?” I ask her while pulling out a few

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ingredients from the fridge. I plan to make her one of my

favorite dishes. Honey garlic salmon, pan–seared scallops, asparagus, and roasted potatoes.

Admittedly, I don’t cook often. But for Abby, I wouldn’t mind

being in this kitchen every night if it meant bringing her

happiness.

“Yeah, much better since I dumped him,” she announces.

I glance back and notice her full lips curling into a tiny smile. Seeing her sadness washing away tugs at my heart in a way that I’ve never experienced.

“Good for you,” I tell her while placing the items on the counter next to the stove. “Any man would be thrilled to be with

Before she can manage to get another word out, my mouth is on hers. Tasting and claiming her lips. I groan when her tongue tentatively joins mine.

The kiss is insatiable and fueled by deep passion. The way her body relaxes against mine and quiet whimpers flow from her lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of kissing my beautiful girl.

Fire courses through my veins while our tongues slide and dance together. A heat so intense that I can’t stop the groans flowing from my chest. Or the obvious tent that’s forming in my pants.

my shirt. I break free from our embrace, giving us both a chance to catch our breath. But I’m still desperate to taste as much of her as possible.

I tilt my head lower and move my lips along the soft flesh of her

neck. Kissing and gently sucking on her skin until she’s moaning and squirming in her seat.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she coos in my ear. Her voice is barely above a whisper.

I slide my hand under her tight dress and up her inner thigh, feeling her body shiver with pleasure. “This is nothing compared to what I want to do to you,” I groan while trailing a finger along her damp panties. “Unless you want me to stop.”

A delicate moan falls from her mouth as I push the wet fabric into her plump, lower lips. She’s so soaked that I can hear a squelching sound while my finger moves along her covered slit.

Abby shakes her head, “No, I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers. Her eyes cast down to the floor and a sudden wave of embarrassment is radiating beneath her expression. “It’s just that I’m a virgin.”

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