Stepbrothers Stepping Out
With His Boss
Delilah Devlin
Copyright © 2015 Delilah Devlin
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From the Author
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Table of Contents
Title Page
About Stepbrothers Stepping Out
From the Author
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Boss
About Delilah Devlin
Excerpt from Through Her Eyes
Stepbrothers Stepping Out:
With His Boss
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“Just a little while longer and we’ll sneak away,” Grayson whispered in my ear. “Have to make sure Trace sees me.”
I was big brother’s “plus one” for his boss’s “End of Summer” party. Although why the changing of the season mattered to the tech guru, I didn’t get. Seemed like everyone who worked for Trace Patterson worked sixty-hour work weeks. How would they even notice the change of seasons? And even though his company offered paid vacations, no one took one—or if they did, they only skated away for a long weekend.
And I wanted to work for the man, why?
Okay, so he paid well, and his tech company was touted by Forbes as the next great thing. Having a successful run with Patterson Software opened all the right doors. I understood why Grayson was thrilled over his new job—he was a computer programmer with aspirations for running large projects, but I was just an executive assistant. I wasn’t sure what putting up with the stress would buy me.
“I’m okay staying longer if you want,” I said, leaning into his body. Since I was his date for the night, I might as well get everything he’d promised.
“Pretend we’re friends with benefits,” he’d said a week ago. “Patterson doesn’t like hiring family. He thinks it weakens the team.”
“But we’re not family,” I’d said then, turning to rub against his chest as I rose on tiptoe to whisper close to his ear. “And we do share…benefits.”
When I gave Grayson’s cock a nudge with my belly, he snorted and placed his hands on my hips. “Save it for when we get home, Bunny.”
I wrinkled my nose. He’d called me Bunny when I was a little girl and liked to hop or skip everywhere I went. But he hadn’t called me that for years—until I’d moved from home and into his apartment, and we’d crossed the line we’d been flirting with for so many years.
Now, he called me Bunny because I wanted it all the time. “Spoilsport. Bet we could do it in one of his guest rooms and no one would ever know.”
He forced my hips against his. “Sweetheart, you have no patience. Are my leather seats going to get sticky on the way home?”
I eyed the pool, which had one of those “natural” waterfalls, with a deep recess behind the water. Even if someone could see skin tones through the waterfall, that person wouldn’t be able to discern much more. “How about we go for a swim?” I asked, giving him another frontal rub.
His blue gaze cut to the waterfall. The corners of his lips twitched. “Did you even bring a swimsuit?”
“Who’s gonna know my matching bra and panties aren’t a bikini set?” I murmured, pressing my hips into his. There, I felt it. His cock was beginning to fill.
He cleared his throat and gripped my waist to set me away from him. “Use the cabana restroom. You can hang your clothes there. I’ll join you in the water.”
“Really?” I had just been teasing, because I knew he was super-cautious to always show a professional face at these functions.
“Yeah, really. Think I’m not bored, too?” He arched an eyebrow. “Don’t play with anyone else before I get there.”
As if. I wrinkled my nose. “Be quick.” I turned, and hadn’t taken a step when he smacked my butt. The sting zinged through me. I walked away smiling.
I took a deep breath, stepped out of the little guest house, then skirted the shadowed edge of the pool. For all my brave talk, I was a little concerned someone would notice me in my underwear.
But no one was watching as I headed to the steps at the far side of the pool. Right before I dipped my toe, I looked beyond the boulders that provided a sitting area at water’s edge and stared at the valley below.
Grayson’s boss had quite the view. The streetlights below looked like a jumble of jeweled necklaces. The moon hovered in the distance, spilling light over the nearby hills.
“You’re Grayson’s date?”
I drew a startled breath and glanced behind me. Trace Patterson stood there in swim trunks, water beading and trickling down his well-defined chest and abs. “I am.”
His gaze trailed down my body. “Enjoy your swim,” he said, giving me a wink as he walked away. I followed his progress, watching as he paused to speak to Grayson who gave me a look before smiling at his boss.
I didn’t know how to interpret that look other than, What were you two talking about? So, I shrugged to tell him, Nothing.
Rather than be caught gawking at the two of them, I descended into the water and sighed. The temperature of
the water was a few degrees cooler than the hot summer air. I struck out for the waterfall where the spray misted over my face and hair before I dipped beneath the fall and entered the cave behind it.
Once inside, I found a ledge and sat, watching through the fall as Grayson shook Trace’s hand and then pointed at the pool. Was he inviting him to join us?
But no, Trace threw back his head and laughed, the sound not penetrating the wet veil. Had Trace told him to enjoy the amenities? Did he guess what we were going to do?
I remembered standing close to Trace’s darkly handsome and nearly nude body, and finally let my arousal begin to build. I’d liked the way the water matted the sparse, dark hair on his chest. Liked even better the dark ribbon that disappeared beneath the waistband of his swimming trunks. His body was broader than Grayson’s lean frame—more muscular. Even with the inches between us, I’d felt the heat of his skin.
I unclipped the clasp between my breasts and shrugged off my bra, relieved my tightly beaded tips were no longer rasping against lace, and then leaned back on my hands to enjoy the naughty freedom of being bare-chested so close to the crowd still milling around the patio. Anyone might decide to take a dip. Would they venture through the fall? What would they think if they found me sitting like this, my nipples spiked.
Letting the fantasy consume me, I rocked side to side as I pushed off my panties. Carefully, I tucked both silky scraps into a corner and then sat nude, waiting for Grayson to join me because I needed him. Right now.
He stepped through the fall and his eyes widened as his gaze swept my body. “We should probably make this quick before anyone else decides to take a dip.”
But quick wasn’t what I wanted. I leaned back on my elbows and opened my thighs. “Who’s a bunny now?”
“Zoe…?” he said, his voice rising in warning.
“Gray-baby, please. Touch me, here,” I said, leaning on one elbow as I strummed my fingers over my pussy.
He gave a sound that was half-moan and laugh. “Do you want to get caught?”
I grinned. “I wouldn’t mind so much if we were caught by your cute boss.”
He arched a brow. “I saw you two talking.”
“He told me to enjoy my swim. And I plan to.” I parted my folds and bit my lower lip, waiting…
His gaze arrowed on my pussy. He lifted his hand and thrust two fingers inside me.
I petted my clit and opened my thighs a little wider. “What did you two talk about?”
“He asked how I was enjoying the party, and then he asked me about you.”
My breath held. He knew I was curious. And that I was aroused. How could he not? Moisture that didn’t have a thing to do with the saltwater pool was warming his fingers. “Well?”
“He wanted to know your name.”
“Did you tell him?”
He shook his head. “I said your name was Bunny. Can’t have him putting two and two together if he passes you in the corridors at work.”
I laughed. “Bunny. Not nice. Did you tell him why you call me Bunny?”
He pumped his fingers inside me and gave them a swirl. “Did you want me to?”
My breath caught. “Maybe.”
He shook his head, tsking. Then he slowly withdrew his fingers and pushed down his swimsuit, just far enough the waistband cleared his cock.
It fell against my folds, and I reached for it, gripping it tightly as I aimed his blunt head at my entrance. “I love that you’re not jealous.”
“I love that you’re a horny little thing. And that you’re mine.”
“I am yours, Grayson,” I said, lying back and waiting as he hooked his elbows beneath my knees and came closer, his cock gliding deeper into my channel. “Do you remember when I asked you to show me how to masturbate when I was fifteen?”
His mouth curved as he began to pump. “You were driving me crazy. First, by not locking the bathroom door so I was always walking in on your baths.”
“You didn’t excuse yourself,” I said, breathing harder. “You even washed my back when I held up the cloth.”
“And your breasts,” he said wryly, “because you said you’d missed a spot.”
“When I decided I’d give my virginity to Caden, you made sure I’d be safe—showing me how to properly use a condom.”
“You didn’t have to go down on me to get me hard before you rolled it on. I was already hard enough to pound posts with my dick.”
I laughed and tapped my clit, loving how hard it was, loving even more the way his dick was tunneling into me. “You didn’t have to let me blow you. I was so horny when you came, I would have screamed if you hadn’t shown me how to diddle myself.”
“You didn’t have a clue how important your clit was.”
“I about died when you guided my finger,” I said, pausing to bite my lip when he gave me a more forceful thrust. “I wished it was your finger, circling on it, pressing…” His thrusts were gaining strength and speed, and I arched my back. “Oh fuck, Grayson. I love how you fuck.”
“Thanks for getting on the pill,” he said, his face darkening, his features sharpening as he ground his jaw. “I love the way it feels sliding inside you, nothing between us.”
His arms gripped my thighs and lifted my ass from the rock, and then he began pulling me into him as he stroked toward me. We crashed together, groins slamming.
“Play with yourself, baby. Let me watch.”
I cupped my breasts and pushed them forward, plumping them up because I knew he liked it. They were large enough I could push them higher and reach my tongue to flutter the tips. Which I did now, licking one nipple, wishing I could get close enough to bite it, but I hardened my tongue and flicked it over and over, before pushing up the other breast and treating Grayson to a show while I pleasured myself and teased him.
A few more hard strokes, and I was ready to come. “Gray!”
“It’s okay,” he gritted out. “Do it, baby.”
I licked the tip of my forefinger and rubbed my clit, toggling it fast. His thrusts shortened, sharpened. With the water splashing at my genitals, I didn’t care who might hear, who might be close enough to see. I flung back my head and screamed.
Moments later, I found myself enfolded in Grayson’s arms, his body shaking with laughter. “Jesus, fuck,” he sputtered. “We’re going to have to stay in here until everyone leaves.”
I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder. “Would you really mind if they knew you’d made me forget to be quiet?”
He grunted and kissed my hair, then rocked us side to side. “I’m glad you came to live with me, Bunny.”
“I’m glad you offered.” I leaned my face away so I could look into his. “Did you intend for us to become lovers?”
One eyebrow arched. “As changeable as you are, I wasn’t sure about anything. But I do like this. And I do love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “You get me.”
“You’re not so complicated.”
“Yeah, but boyfriends tend to get…possessive.” I shivered. “I like having you there, knowing I always have someone I can lean on, but I also like being free.”
“You are your mother made over.”
“And you’re very like your dad. I still can’t believe they’ve managed to last this long.”
“Did I tell you that the last time I was home, I caught them both in the hot tub with Mrs. Feldman?”
“No!” I giggled. “She’s old.”
“She’s not that old. And she has a bangin’ body.” He cleared his throat. “Couldn’t help noticing…”
I wrinkled my nose. “Will that be us?”
“Only if we’re lucky.” He smacked my butt. “Get dressed. Let’s blow this party.”
And since his cock was beginning to stir inside me again, I guessed we’d better hurry.
After I’d dressed in the guest house bathroom, I finger combed my wet hair. My makeup was gone, but the natural blush on my cheeks was better than any cosmetics I could hav
e reapplied. I let myself out the door and searched the crowd for my brother. He was standing near the gate.
Moving forward, I felt a hand slide along my arm and turned my head to find Trace there, his gaze sweeping my body. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
I waggled my eyebrows and gave him a wide smile. “I did. Thanks so much for the hospitality.”
Monday morning, I arrived at work only to discover that I’d been temporarily reassigned. My supervisor gave my demure white blouse and gray skirt a quick look, then told me I was needed in Trace’s office for the day. His secretary had called in sick.
My heartbeat skittered, but I kept my expression bland and gathered my things.
I took the elevator to the upper floor, butterflies in my belly. Would he remember me? My hair was styled into a bun at the back of my head. I wore dark-framed glasses because I need them to see the computer screen. My appearance was altered enough he shouldn’t make the connection.
His secretary’s desk was set at an angle to see down the corridor to the other big shots’ offices, but also to allow his executive assistant to control access to his closed door. I opened the bottom drawer of the desk and put my purse into it. Then I sat in the chair and signed into the computer. How was I going to access his schedule?
A discreet bell chimed on the phone, and I lifted the receiver and punched a blinking light, having no clue who was calling. “This is Zoe Blanchard. How may I help you?”
“Would you come inside my office, Zoe?”
I’d have recognized that smooth whiskey voice anywhere. My nerves jangled and my breath hitched. I picked up my notepad and a pen and stood, smoothing down the sides of my knee-length skirt. Then I walked to his door and let myself in.
His office was huge. Two monitors sat atop his desk, to the side, giving me a view of his upper body and thick dark hair. He was looking downward at an open file.
I took a deep breath to calm myself and strode toward his desk. “Mr. Patterson—”
“Trace, seeing as you had sex in my pool.”
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