My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 98

“Shit—!” I gasped.

I grabbed a handful of tissues from his desk and leaned over him without thinking. I started dabbing at his lap, my hands moving fast and frantic. I was pressing the tissues against his thighs, trying to soak up the heat before it burned him, my mind screaming with panic.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—I’m so sorry—”

I was leaning right between his legs, my face inches from his chest. My hands were moving over the soaked fabric, dabbing and pressing.

“Stop.”

I froze, my hand still pressed against the damp fabric of his inner thigh. I looked up, and my breath died in my lungs. We were so close I could see the gold flecks in his dark eyes. I could see the pulse jumping in his neck.

“I said stop,” he repeated.

I slowly pulled my hands back, the wet tissues crumbling in my grip. I stayed bent over him, my chest heaving, our faces so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

The image of the bike video flashed in my mind... me begging, him watching. And right now, in the silence of his office, it felt like the video was starting all over again.

Raphael didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his legs spread wide, looking down at the dark, wet stain on his expensive trousers like it was a work of art. He didn't look angry. He looked like he was having the time of his life.

He reached out, his long fingers hovering over the intercom button on his desk. He pressed it down with a click.

"Aileen," he said, his voice professional, though his eyes never left mine. "I’ve had a little... accident with my coffee. Bring a fresh suit from my closet to the office. And cancel the first ten minutes of the Midland Trust briefing."

"Right away, Mr. Capone," Aileen’s voice crackled back.

Raphael let go of the button and moved his hand. I immediately took a step away from him.

"So," he murmured, "Did you have a chance to check your messages this morning?"

My face burned with a heat so intense I thought my skin might actually melt, "I... I saw it," I whispered.

"Saw it?" Raphael let out a low, dry chuckle that vibrated in his chest, "That’s a very modest way to put it. Most people would call that a high-quality porno. You were really giving it your all, weren't you? I have to say, your performance was much better than your filing skills."

"It was the drug," I snapped, trying to find a spark of that sass I’d had this morning. "I wasn't in my right mind. You know that."

"The drug helped," he conceded, his thumb brushing over his lower lip in a way that made my breath hitch, "But the way you were begging? That was all you, Gianna. You were so loud. I’m thinking about making it the new startup sound for all the computers on this floor. What do you think? It might really boost office morale to hear you whimpering every time someone logs in."

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