Because I’ve found Peter.
The giddiness in my chest threatens to overwhelm me. He’s everything I’ve always believed a grown up Peter would be and more. Successful, driven, smart.
And so handsome that I’m slowly losing my mind.
Oh, God. That elevator ride. He was standing so close to me I could smell the minty scent of his shampoo. Heat was radiating off him in waves.
I’d wanted to reach out and touch him, well, everywhere.
I didn’t, though. And I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. My nether regions are definitely convinced I should regret it.
Peter ushers me into his apartment and it’s just as impressive as the rest of the building. It looks worthy of a magazine cover.
One wall of his living room is just a massive window overlooking the city. I stare out in wonderment at the blanket of lights beneath us.
I turn around and take in the rest of the apartment. He doesn’t have any decorations on the walls, but the walls themselves are decorative with their exposed brick. The only furniture in his living room is an armchair and a bookshelf stuffed full of books.
I stroll through the rest of the open-concept area looking for some place to put my purse down, but don’t see a kitchen table. “Where do you eat?”
“Um, I don’t normally eat here.” He looks guilty, like he’s confessing a state secret. “I eat all my meals at the office. When I do bring something home, I just stand at the counter.”
“You don’t cook?” I open his kitchen cabinets and find them empty.
“No.” He shrugs. “No time.”
“I get that. My studies take up so much time, sometimes I wonder how I manage to do anything else. I miss having the time to cook. I really love it.”
“Yeah, I remember. You used to make us those bagel pizzas.”
I laugh. “I was a kid! I swear I’ve moved onto more sophisticated dishes.”
He takes a step closer to me and his eyes spark. “I liked those pizzas.”
“Maybe if you get some supplies, I’ll make them for you.” I think I’m flirting, but I’ve never flirted about badly cooked food before.
He takes another step closer to me and I run an appreciative look over the way his shirt is hugging his ripped body. I want to know what he looks like under that shirt.
I take a step toward him and skim my fingers over his arm. His eyes darken with desire.
He wants me. I’m sure of it. Hell, I can see the bulge his hard cock is making in his pants, and it’s quite a bulge.
“Peter.” I love saying his name. “Where’s your bedroom?”
The look he’s giving me is making my entire body sizzle.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he says.
“Oh, no. It’s a very, very bad idea.” I trace my finger up his shoulder. Damn, he has broad shoulders. He could lift me over his head without breaking a sweat.
I lick my bottom lip and lean against him. My nipples harden to peaks as I feel how firm his chest is.
“Emily.” His voice sounds strangled. He threads his fingers through mine and I’m not sure if he’s about to pull me closer or push me away. I hold my breath as I wait to find out.
Right when I’m sure he’s going to reject me, he bends down and captures my mouth with his. I sigh and melt into him. His lips are warm against mine. I part my mouth for him and he slides his tongue in.
Fuck, he tastes like beer and cinnamon. I fist my hand in his shirt and kiss him harder.
He presses closer to me and I pick my legs up and wrap them around his waist. He moves his hands to my ass to hold me up. I admire the way his muscles flex around me. He’s so strong that I feel impossibly precious as he holds me.
“We should move this to the bedroom,” he says against my ear.
I gasp my agreement as I grind my body against him.
I kiss my way down his neck as he walks us through an open door and into his bedroom. I can’t be bothered to look at the architecture. The only thing that matters is the bed he pushes me down on. It’s soft. He probably has a better mattress than mine.
He climbs on top of me and growls. I can feel the rumble of it all over my body.
“I need you,” I say, because I’m not sure what else I can say right now.
He pulls off his shirt, and holy fuck, is he hot. His body puts six-pack abs to shame.
I fumble at the buttons of his jeans. He chuckles as he helps me undo them and push his jeans off.
Oh, God. I’ve never noticed a man’s thighs before, but now that I’ve seen Peter’s muscled ones, I think I’ll stare and drool over them for the rest of my life.
I want to feel his skin against mine. I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head. Peter runs a finger against the edge of my bra. I squirm beneath him, wanting more of his touch.
He leans down and catches the bottom of my bra in his teeth. His hands reach behind me and he snaps off the clasp.
I gasp as I feel the brief press of his lips against my breasts. He drags himself across me as he pulls my bra up. My breasts fall free, then he tears the bra over my head and tosses it off.
Lust is coiled tightly in my core. I run my fingernails over his chest.
I lose my jeans, and then somehow we’re both naked and I’m not entirely sure how it happened but I don’t care. His cock is pressing against my thighs. I moan into his mouth.
“Emily.” He says my name like he’s worshipping me. His hands run over my ribs and cup my breasts.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”
He catches my nipple between his teeth. When his tongue flicks against me, my entire body shivers.
“Oh, God, Peter, don’t stop.”
His fingers tweak my other nipple as his tongue continues its torture on my hard one. Before today, I had always assumed my nipples weren’t sensitive. I’d tried playing with them myself while masturbating to no real effect.
Peter has me rethinking everything I thought I knew about my body.
He begins trailing kisses down my breasts, then across my stomach and farther down still. When his tongue finds my clit, my body arches off the bed. “I can’t, oh, Peter!”
He’s circling my clit slowly with his tongue and I’m so wet I can feel my own wetness on my thighs.
“I need you inside me. Please, Peter, please!”
He looks up at me from between my thighs and grins. “Are you sure?”
I pick up a pillow and nearly throw it at him. “Yes, I’m sure!”
He grabs a condom and lube from his nightstand drawer. I spread my legs eagerly as I watch him put the condom on. He pours some lube into his hand and slowly coats his cock in it. Then he kneels between my legs. From where I’m laying on my back, I have a fantastic view of his chest. My legs wrap around him.
I’m panting with eagerness by the time he lines his cock up with my entrance. I forgot to tell him I’m a virgin. Does that matter? I’m not interested in pausing this to inform him.
I watch every muscle of his face twitch as he pushes into me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate him. Between my wetness and the lube, he slides right into me. His expression is one of pure ecstasy.
I gasp and close my eyes as I focus on the sensation of Peter inside me. I can feel every throb of his cock. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. He feels…right. Like he’s supposed to be there.
He begins to thrust. The head of his cock rubs against a place inside of me that makes my body cry out in pleasure.
His thrusts are slow and steady, and he rubs my clit with his fingers.
I moan with pleasure. My orgasm is building up with an intensifying heat. The orgasms I’ve given myself were always quick and dirty. This orgasm takes over my whole body and demands I surrender all control.
I give into it, a scream ripping its way past my lips as it hits. Electricity shoots through me and my body quakes. Peter’s thrusts grow faster and less even, the
n he’s moaning my name and I feel the throbbing of his cock as he spends himself into the condom inside me.
He collapses on top of me, his body weight pressing me down. I run my hands over his back and feel his sweat. His cock is still inside of me. I never want him to leave.
“Peter.”
He smiles and kisses my cheek, then rolls off of me. I feel bereft from the loss.
“Damn.” His breath is hot against my ear. “That’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I flush. I don’t want to think about Peter having sex with anyone else. “It’s the only sex I’ve ever had, so I’ll have to trust your judgement,” I joke.
He pushes himself up and stares at me. “What?”
I brush a sweaty strand of hair back from my face. “I trust you. I mean, that felt like some pretty fantastic sex.”
He makes an impatient sound. “No, the other part.”
“Oh. The part where I’ve never had sex before?” I knew I should’ve mentioned that earlier.
“What the fuck, Emily. You were a virgin and you didn’t tell me?”
“Would it have made a difference?”
His eyes go distant. “I don’t know, I could’ve…lit candles?”
I laugh so hard my sides ache and I roll away from him. He growls and grabs my shoulders, pulling me back to him.
“I meant to mention it,” I say. “I got distracted.”
He runs a thumb across my lower lip. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll distract you again.”
“Already?” I say, startled. “Don’t men need some time to recover?”
His lips quirk up. “Are you calling my bluff?”
I slide my fingers into his hair. How does every part of him feel so good? “I’m sure I’ll be in need of distraction in, say, a couple of hours?”
“One hour,” he says, sounding wounded.
“I might be the one who needs a couple of hours, you know.” I look around to find my underwear.
Peter wraps me up in his strong arms and pulls me back against his chest. “Stay.”
“Just for a minute. I need to clean up.”
He nuzzles his face against my hair. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
I feel so safe with him.
I want to stay for longer than the night. I want to know what it feels like to walk into a room with Peter as my plus one. I want to plan my future knowing that Peter will be in it. I envision what it would be like if I walked down the stage at graduation and Peter was in the audience, cheering me on.
I want that. I want everything.
I roll away from him and stand up. I can’t ask him for everything. He’ll think I’m a clingy crazy person. He only invited me over to help me hide from my stalker.
A shiver runs through me, and it’s not a pleasurable one. My stalker is still out there, waiting for me.
But he can’t have followed me here. He can’t know I’m at Peter’s. I have to believe that. If I don’t, I’ll lose my mind.
Chapter Six
Peter
Emily is in my bed. I can’t wrap my head around it. She looks good lying there with her hair all tangled, and now that I’ve cleaned up, all I want to do is rejoin her.
“Are you going to sleep?” she asks drowsily.
“Yeah,” I say. “In a minute.”
I get my phone and set my alarm for my usual 4 a.m. wake up, then reconsider and move it back to a couple of hours later. The station will survive me coming in on time instead of early.
I get into bed next to Emily and inhale her scent. She smells like fresh vanilla beans. I want to eat her up.
Fuck. I’ve just had sex with Emily.
The ping ponging in my brain is relentless as I vacillate between joy and horror. She’s incredible. She used to be my step-sister. She’s everything I could ever want in a woman. She’s so far off limits it’s not funny.
More than that, she’s scared and vulnerable. I should have told her no. Have I taken advantage of her? It sure didn’t feel like taking advantage when she was tearing my clothes off.
God, I want to fuck her again. I should never lay another finger on her for both our goods.
I fall asleep, the turmoil still raging in my mind.
When I wake up, Emily is gone. Panic jolts through me until I hear the shower going and the sound of Emily singing off-key.
I think about the shower hitting her naked body and want to fuck her again, which is at odds with my plan not to touch her.
Wait, how did she get up earlier than me? I grab my phone and check the time. It’s not even 6 a.m. yet. Emily is an early riser, just like me.
I pull on some sweatpants and head to the kitchen to start the coffee. My coffee machine is the only appliance I have. Coffee is also one of the few things I actually stock in my cupboards. I don’t want to waste time standing in line at a coffee place before work; making it myself is much more efficient.
Emily walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. She’s so hot I could fry a pancake on her.
“Oohh, coffee.” She helps herself to one of my mugs.
I turn away from her to hide my erection. “There’s sugar in the jar beside the machine.”
“I figured that, since it’s labeled ‘sugar.’ Didn’t take you for the type to play weird pranks on hapless trespassers.”
I’m having trouble thinking with her standing there half naked. My blood is rushing significantly south of my brain.
“I should…” I don’t know where I think I’m going. I’m abandoning my coffee of all things.
“Wait.” She catches my arm. “About last night.”
I don’t want to talk about last night. I’m worried she’ll tell me that in the light of day, she regrets it.
Her eyes drift over my body and settle on the erection still straining against the front of my sweatpants. Her eyes glaze with lust.
Or maybe she doesn’t regret it at all.
I step in front of her, pinning her against the counter. My erection hits her hip.
“Tell me you want a repeat,” I say. “Or tell me to fuck off and I’ll go.”
I hear her breathing turn ragged. “I want you.”
I grin. My cock doesn’t care that my brain is still screaming this is a bad idea. I could still put last night down to exhaustion and an emotional reunion, but having sex in the clear light of day can only be interpreted as a purposeful act, entered into with my senses intact. Or as intact as they’ll ever be around Emily.
I trail my lips over her neck, tasting her clean, slightly damp skin. She smells like lemon soap. I know I’ll never be able to smell a lemon again without thinking of Emily.
My mouth reaches her jawline. I trace her lips with my finger. I capture her mouth with mine and the towel she’s wearing falls away with a single movement of my hand.
Emily gasps as I grab her thighs and lift her onto the counter top in front of me. The counter is too tall for fucking at this angle, but it’s the perfect position for my fingers to slide deep into her wetness. Her body pulses around me and she moans. It’s such a sweet sound that I immediately want to hear it again.
I nudge her thighs open, then get my head between her legs and trail my tongue over her clit. Emily fists her hands in my hair and bucks her hips towards me.
I urge her on as her moans turn to whimpers. Finally, her entire body begins to shake and she screams my name.
I grin as I pull my fingers out of her.
Emily catches her breath. “Well. That’s one way to begin a morning.”
“Better than coffee.” I kiss her mouth and move to the sink to clean up.
“Wait.” She sounds disconcerted. “What about you?”
“Trust me, Emily, I’m very happy.”
She blushes scarlet. “You don’t need me to…repay the favor?”
I kiss her cheek and pour myself a cup of coffee. “All I need you to do is enjoy yourself.”
“Oh.” She hops off the counter and
covers herself back up with the towel, unfortunately. “You still drink it black?”
“Yup.” I lean against the doorframe as I sip my coffee and watch her get her own cup ready.
I wish I had a table. What a weird thought. It would sure be nice to enjoy a leisurely breakfast with Emily, though. We could cook waffles together, make eyes at each other while we eat, return to the bedroom for Round Three….
No. I don’t have time for any of that. I have no idea what’s happening to me.
“I have classes today,” Emily says.
I frown. I don’t like the thought of her going on her own to campus, but she’s a grown woman. I can’t stop her.
“I could see about getting you a police escort.”
She makes a face. “No, thanks. I don’t want to be the weird girl who overreacted and ruined everyone’s day by having a cop follow her around.”
“At least make sure you’re not walking anywhere alone. I’ll feel a lot better knowing you’re safe.”
She nods. “I can do that.”
I try to think of how to broach the subject of her staying over again tonight. The problem is I don’t know anymore if I want her to stay because it’s a reasonable safety measure, or because I selfishly want to keep her around.
Fuck, I’m in over my head.
“There should already be someone checking out your place now,” I say. “They’ll be reporting in with me soon. Maybe they’ll find something to help figure out who your stalker is. Do you have any ideas?”
Emily shakes her head. “Just the hope that it isn’t anyone I know. But they must have met me somehow, right? It’s such a creepy thought. I might’ve smiled and shaken his hand without any clue that he was capable of this.”
I cringe. “Try not to upset yourself over it until we know more. No point worrying.” Except now I’m worrying. I hate the thought that this creep knows Emily. Didn’t she say he shouted at her on campus yesterday? Fuck, I won’t be able to focus all day thinking of her there, worrying she’s vulnerable.
“Are you sure you need to go to class today?” I ask. “Maybe you could take a sick day.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “That’s not how classes work. Jobs have sick days. Pre-med classes just have falling behind and getting bad grades. I’ve already missed one lab report, I can’t afford to miss anything else. Too big a slip and I’ll be done for.”
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