Double Desire

by Cassandra Dee

  So yeah, I stared at myself in the mirror with wonder. It’s weird sometimes. A princess should be living here, but I’m just plain old me. Unruly brown curls. Big brown eyes. And curves that go on for days. With my palm pressed against my belly, I take a deep breath in, turning to the side to see my silhouette before exhaling and watching my curves reappear. Yep. I’m a big girl from every angle. Holding my breath does nothing.

  Even worse, I’m a virgin without any prospects. Sure, there are the boys at school who gawk at my body, but they’re disgusting. Fifteen year-old perverts all, looking at stroke mags with sticky, crusted pages. No one like my stepdad, not even close.

  And that’s the worst part. Because nothing turns me on more than thinking of Gray. There, I said it. It’s so wrong – he’s my stepfather after all. Plus, he’s probably still heartbroken over my mom. In the years since she left, he’s never dated, as far as I know. The man probably just works like a machine, minting money 24/7.

  But lately, the alpha’s been around more often. Working in his office. Eating a meal at the dining table when I tiptoe by. His voice in the distance, ordering some lackey to do this or that.

  And speaking of which, that low, sensual growl is tickling my ear right now. He must be at home, talking to someone on the phone. Maybe ordering Consuela to shine his shoes? I have no idea. Butterflies begin fluttering in my stomach as I creep closer to the sound, like a moth drawn to flame.

  It shouldn’t be this way. He’s my stepfather for crying out loud. But recently, I’ve been having sexual urges I can’t explain or control – daydreams that are both embarrassing and inappropriate, making me flush wildly when I open my eyes. And confiding in Lydia, my best friend, just makes it worse. She blows my concerns off, saying that it’s normal. It’s part of growing up, is her breezy reply, the whole adolescent hormonal thing.

  But what Lydia doesn’t know is that my fantasies are about my stepdad.

  Yeah, these dirty fantasies are about Grayson Thorn doing the most disgusting, raunchy things to my body. Images of the billionaire keep me up at night, boobies heaving and little cunt moist. I dream of the alpha, envisioning those penetrating blue eyes and massive build making me his woman.

  What?

  I’m his stepdaughter, not his woman!

  Wait, am I still his stepdaughter if my mom’s not in the picture anymore?

  Suddenly, the reverie ends, a low growl breaking into my trance.

  “Don’t even start,” comes that harsh rasp. “I’ll crush you if you try.”

  Who is Gray speaking with? A competitor? An underling? All I know is that I’d be intimidated to hear that bark on the other end of the line. My heart leaps into my throat listening to Gray’s powerful, angry tone.

  And slowly, I slip around the corner to peek into his office. Oh god, my stepdad is gorgeous. After a long day, he’s stripped down to a fitted white button-down shirt tucked into dark tailored trousers. Of course, the formal clothes can’t hide his perfect musculature, the powerful arms and long legs that seem to go on forever. I press my thighs together tightly, a thrill running through my pussy.

  Stop! Comes the small voice in my brain. Stop thinking about your stepdad like this, it warns. Nothing good will happen.

  But I can’t help it, and continue listening even as my curvy body heats in anticipation. Of course, Gray is completely oblivious to my presence, too caught up in his phone call.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he snarls into the receiver, “Otherwise I’m gonna grind your ass into the dirt, motherfucker.”

  And the words are so commanding and alpha that a soft gasp escapes my throat.

  But then that handsome face jerks around, blue eyes like lasers.

  Oh no!

  He knows I’m here!

  I’ve given myself away.

  But it’s bright in the office, and dark in the hallway.

  Stay still, warns the voice in my mind. Don’t breathe. Stay calm, he can’t see you.

  Trembling like a mouse, I will my limbs to remain motionless. My thighs quiver, the air evaporating from my lungs, but otherwise there’s no movement.

  And it seems to work. Gray continues talking all the while punching at something on his computer. Those bright blue eyes are distracted, staring at something on the screen even as another growl erupts from his throat.

  Good.

  He’s busy.

  I’m safe.

  I should go back to my room now. I should make my escape like a good little girl.

  But something takes hold within.

  Because I’m mesmerized by the man. My stepdad, for better or worse, is everything an alpha should be. Powerful. Dominating. Ruthless. And unbidden, my fingertips gently trail over my bare thighs. Oh god. I’m dressed in a nightie again, the thin slip barely covering my curves.

  What would it be like with a man like Gray?

  Thrilling.

  Sensual.

  Mind-blowingly intense.

  But my conscience speaks then.

  You’re no match for him, it says scornfully. You’re an eighteen year old nobody who’s accomplished zero in the world. Grayson Thorn is a powerful businessman, at the top of his game. You think he’d be interested in you?

  And shamefully, my face flushes. Because yes, that’s what I’ve been fantasizing about. My stepdad. Me. The two of us, our bodies entwined, the man owning my nubile female form.

  But it’s wrong.

  All these thoughts are wrong.

  Can you go to jail for dreaming about the man of the house? But I can’t help it because right there, in the darkness, I turn and bend over slowly.

  Oh god, oh god! This is so dirty and perverted because I’m not wearing panties tonight. Slowly, the nightshirt slips up my thighs, higher, higher, higher. And soon, it’s at the base of my pussy, lifting slightly, going even higher until the wet pinkness is revealed.

  Because I want Grayson Thorn. Yes, it’s true. I want my stepdad. I want him to see how I’m pulsing for him, my insides gooey already. Slowly, two hands reach back, one on each ass cheek. And then the two moons part, revealing my inner channel.

  Oh god. I’m showing my stepdad the inside of my pussy, that delicate pink steamy and aroused, and it feels so good, naughty and tempting.

  But does he know?

  Probably not.

  Because that deep voice is still growling, hoarse and rough on the phone. Sure, the tones seem even angrier now, but that’s directed at someone else and not me.

  Disappointment swells in my chest. He doesn’t know. He can’t tell.

  But it’s okay. It’s better this way.

  And slowly, my hands drop to my sides once more, torso straightening. Because what was I thinking? Baring my pussy to my stepdad in the darkness of the hallway? I’m Mona the shy mouse, not Mona the super slut.

  And slowly, sanity returns. Quietly, I pad down the hallway in silence, socks slippery on the parquet floor. My reflection stares back at me from a decorative mirror in the hallway.

  See? The voice in my head scoffs. Gray would never be interested in you.

  Because what was I thinking? My brown curls are tangled, a bird’s nest perched on my head. Plus, I’m curvy with a lot to spare. Big Double Ds. An ass that puts Kim Kardashian to shame.

  By contrast, Gray likes women like my mom, slender and tall. He’d probably be disgusted by my poochy belly and thick thighs.

  Oh god, what came over me? Why did I just do that? Shame fills my chest, hot and heavy. Gray is so handsome, and I’m nowhere near good enough for him. It’s probably best he didn’t see me, because he’d be disgusted by my body.

  Shaking my head, I make my way back to the safety of my bedroom. What’s gotten into me? How could I think my stepdad would be interested? They were the fantasies of a misguided teen girl, one who’s never really known a man. Not to mention these thoughts are probably criminal and could land me in jail.

  Could I go to prison?

  Could they put me in the slammer fo
r wanting my stepdad?

  But once under the covers, my cheeks flush hot. Because I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. And it felt unbelievably good, a thrill in the pit of my stomach. My pussy throbs, pulsing under the covers, and a secret smile crosses my face. Grayson, the voice in my head chants. Grayson, Grayson, Grayson …

  And gradually, sleep claims me, images of the handsome billionaire dancing in my mind.

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  MORE BY CASSANDRA DEE

  Hi! I have so many books that it’s hard to share them all, but here are some of my favorites:

  Pregnant By My Boss (a sassy party planner gets unexpectedly pregnant by the billionaire who hires her for her decorating services)

  Sold at the Auction (a beautiful virgin is sold at an auction at the Billionaires Club)

  My Friend’s Dirty Uncle (during summer vacation, a girl meets her friend’s devastatingly sexy uncle. This is a second chance romance where they re-kindle their relationship in India!)

  My Boyfriend’s Boss (to settle her boyfriend’s debt, our heroine spends a steamy month with his boss)

  Double Exposure (a sweet girl comforts her former brother in law after her sister’s untimely passing, and falls in love with both him and his law firm partner – warning: hot MMF scenes!)

  Double Dare (two handsome corporate raiders need a fake fiancée in order to keep their business afloat)

  Seven Brothers of Sin (why choose one brother when you can fall in love with all seven of them?)

  Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend (exactly what it sounds like :) )

  #BABYMACHINE (a sweet girl is the target of a ruthless billionaire who makes a bet with his friends to see who can bed a virgin first)

  Prison Fling (our heroine volunteers her time at the prison library, only to fall head over heels for a billionaire serving white collar time)

  The Dirty Hotel King (to pay off her dad’s gambling debts, our heroine sells herself to a hotel magnate to even the score)

  Loving the Babysitter (single dad falls head over heels for a beautiful girl who has a natural way with kids)

  My 3 Rockstar Bosses (she’s an administrative assistant to not one hot rockstar, but three hot, muscled men)

  All the Best Men (again, why limit yourself to one groomsman when all three are interested in you? :) )

  I love writing romance and I hope you enjoy reading my work! If so, please check out www.cassandradeeromance.com for all my books. Remember, you can read on any device when you buy from my website.

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  Love,

  Cassie

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but transitioned to romance after falling for one too many book boyfriends.

  When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.

  Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.

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