SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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I stayed locked in my room for what felt like hours, face burning every time I remembered Everett’s lazy smile and the way his eyes had raked over me while Cassian’s mouth was on my breast. I kept replaying the scene, mortified, until my own heartbeat sounded too loud in the silence.

Then Cassian’s voice drifted up the stairs, calm, patient, relentless.

“Ivy.”

Again.

“Ivy, come down. I need you in the studio.”

I pressed my forehead to the door, willing him to give up. He didn’t. The calls kept coming, low and steady, until the sound of my name felt like fingers prying at the lock.

I had no choice.

I opened the door and descended the stairs on legs that still trembled. Cassian waited at the bottom, expression unreadable. He reached for my hand, tugged me close, and brushed a soft kiss across my lips like nothing had happened.

“Everett’s ready,” he said against my mouth. “I have to take a call from tomorrow’s client. Keep him company for ten minutes. Just hand him water, adjust a light if he asks. Nothing else.”

“I can’t,” I whispered, cheeks flaming. “Not after—”

He silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, thumb stroking my jaw.

“You can,” he murmured. “You’re safe. I promise”

Then he was gone, phone already to his ear, disappearing into the study and shutting the door

behind him.

I stood frozen in the hallway, pulse racing.

The studio door was open.

Everett’s voice floated out, smooth and amused. Ivy? Cassian said you’d be joining me.”

I walked in like I was stepping off a cliff.

The lights were already set: one massive softbox bathing the white seamless in warm gold, the black walls swallowing everything else. Everett sat on the leather bench in the center, still in dark jeans and a white shirt, sipping water. He looked up when I entered, and the smile he gave me was slow, knowing, predatory.

I took my usual spot by the light stand, arms crossed tight over my chest, eyes fixed on the

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floor.

Everett set the bottle down.

“Cassian said you were his stepdaughter,” he began, voice conversational. “But after this morning, I’m thinking the family tree got a little… tangled.”

Heat flooded my face. I didn’t answer.

Fabric rustled. When I risked a glance, his shirt was gone. Then the jeans. Then the boxer briefs. He stood completely naked, tall and lean, every inch of him on display. My gaze dropped instantly to the floor, but not before I saw how generously he was built-long, thick, already half-hard.

I stared at the scuff marks on the hardwood like they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

Footsteps. Bare feet on wood, coming closer.

“Look at me, Ivy.”

I shook my head.

He laughed softly. “Cassian said you were shy. I don’t believe him.”

He stopped inches away. The heat of his body reached me first, then the faint scent of expensive cologne and clean skin. I kept my eyes on the floor, but that only put his cock in my direct line of sight-impossible to ignore, heavy and growing under my attention.

I jerked my head up, meeting his eyes instead.

Green. Amused. Dangerous.

“There we go,” he murmured. “You have nice breasts, you know. Perfect handful. Cassian’s a lucky man.”

His hand lifted, fingers reaching for the hem of my sweater.

I slapped it away hard. “Don’t you dare touch me or I’ll scream.”

Everett didn’t flinch. He just smiled wider.

“Scream all you want,” he said, voice velvet and venom. “These walls are soundproof. And between you and me? I don’t think Cassian would mind sharing. Not yet, maybe. But give it a day or two.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, deliberate. “You’ll be begging for it. Both of us. At the same time.”

I stumbled back, breath hitching, heart slamming against my ribs.

He let his hand drop, stepped away, and sat back on the bench like nothing had happened, legs spread casually, cock resting thick against his thigh.

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