SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I woke in my own bed, sheets cool against my skin, morning light slicing through the half- open curtains. For a moment I couldn’t remember how I got there. The last thing burned into my mind was the glow of the laptop, Cassian’s fingers inside me, the video of us looping in my head while I came apart on his lap. After that, nothing. He must have carried me upstairs, tucked me in like I was something precious. The thought made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t ready to name.

I pushed the covers back and padded to the window. The storm had finally broken. The world outside was blinding white, every branch heavy with fresh snow, the lake a sheet of glass under the weak winter sun. Cassian stood on the porch in a black parka, phone to his ear, pacing slow lines through the powder. His voice was too low to make out words, but the set of his shoulders told me it was business.

I pulled on one of his soft henley shirts and a pair of leggings, then headed downstairs, needing coffee, needing routine, needing something to anchor me before I floated away completely.

The kitchen smelled like dark roast already brewing. I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them with a little cream, set bacon in the pan to sizzle. Normal things. Safe things.

Arms slid around my waist from behind.

I startled, but the scent of him (cedar, cold air, and something uniquely Cassian) calmed me instantly. He pressed against my back, lips finding the curve where my neck met my shoulder.

“Good morning,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.

His hands didn’t ask permission. They slipped under the hem of the shirt, palms gliding up my ribs until they cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, lazy circles. Heat shot straight between my legs.

“Cassian,” I half-laughed, half-moaned, trying to keep hold of the whisk. “I’m cooking.”

He didn’t care. His mouth opened on my neck, sucking gently, teeth scraping just enough to make me shiver. His fingers rölled my nipples, tugging lightly, and the whisk slipped from my hand, clattering against the bowl.

“I have to finish this first,” I managed, but it came out breathless, needy.

He answered by spinning me around, lifting me onto the cool marble counter in one smooth motion. The sudden height change made me gasp My legs parted instinctively, and he stepped between them, pushing the shirt up to my collarbones.

“Breakfast can wait,” he said, eyes dark and hungry.

His mouth closed over one breast, hot and wet, tongue swirling around the peak before he sucked hard. I cried out, hands flying to his hair. He moved to the other breast, giving it the

same greedy attention, teeth grazing, lips soothing, like my nipples were candy he couldn’t

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get enough of. My back arched, pushing myself closer, shameless.

“Oh god,” I whimpered, head falling back against the cabinet. “Cassian-”

He hummed against my skin, the vibration shooting sparks down my spine. One hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings, but he only teased, tracing the edge, never quite touching where I was already aching and soaked.

“Please,” I breathed, hips rocking forward.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, lips wet and swollen, eyes blazing.

“Love how you say my name when you’re desperate,” he growled.

He dipped his head again, sucking a fresh mark just above my nipple, and I moaned louder, fingers tightening in his hair.

That was when I heard the soft scrape of a boot on tile.

My eyes snapped open.

A man stood at the edge of the kitchen, tall, dark haired, expensive coat dusted with snow. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching us with the lazy amusement of someone who had paid for front-row seats.

I shrieked, yanking the shirt down and wrapping my arms across my chest.

Cassian straightened instantly, body shifting to shield me, but his expression stayed calm, almost amused.

“Everett,” he said, voice perfectly level. “You’re early.”

Everett’s smile was slow and sharp. “Door was open. Thought I’d let myself in. Didn’t expect breakfast and a show.”

Heat flooded my face so violently I felt dizzy. I scrambled off the counter, nearly slipping, and bolted past both of them, bare feet slapping against the hardwood as I fled upstairs.

I slammed my bedroom door, locked it, and pressed my back to the wood, heart hammering so hard I could barely breathe.

Downstairs, Cassian’s low laugh drifted up, followed by the easy cadence of male voices.

Everett was a client. Of course he was.

And he had just watched Cassian devour my breasts like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, knees to chest, shirt still rucked up, nipples wet and aching from Cassian’s mouth.

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