Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 73

“Lia…” he swallows hard, looking anywhere else but my face. I detect the stern warning in his tone, but I pay it no mind. “W-

What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing. I hum, grunting as I successfully take his tie off, then bat my lashes as I trail the silk down between my breasts, finally, finally getting his eyes there. I feel the heat emanating off him, a muscle jumping in his cheek.

when I arch my back a little. “I’m just having fun, Daddy,” I

whisper seductively, dropping the tie and flattening my palm,

riding it up the front of his perfumed, well–pressed suit. “You

work so hard. You should burn steam sometimes. It’ll be good

for your health…make you less grumpy.”

To God, I’m not lying. At all.

Tristan spends six out of the seven days of the week working

his arse off. The last day, Sunday, he spends it with Eric – and

it’s for a few hours only. Afterwards, he locks himself in his

private office for the rest of the day, while Eric is left with no

option than to invite me over for a sleepover.

I’m truly worried about his stress level. I’m worried that when,

eventually, he’s ready to lay back and have fun it’ll be too late

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then. It’s not an excuse for me to get closer, I promise.

He has always been a constant in my life since he moved in right next to us. His son is my best friend – one I’m so thankful for, and I care about the both of them even more than my own.

father. I see them as my one, true family.

“I’m not grumpy, Lia. And I’m fine. I really am,” he exhales, his jaw still clenched. “You shouldn’t be standing so close to me…” his gaze falls to my hand on his chest. “And your hands…they

shouldn’t

the

He trails off with a groan when I pop the first button open, sight of his bare, muscled chest making heat pool in between my legs. “Oops,” I say, blinking innocently. “Bet you feel relieved. How do you breathe in this shirt? It’s so tight. Too fitting. Too…perfect, even though I’m sure you’ll look twice hotter wearing a T–shirt instead.”

“You should stop this at once. Why do you always wear revealing clothes? Don’t you have a skirt that covers your pert, little teenage arse? You’re still a child, Lia.” The question comes. out rushed. He turns away, closing his eyes and shaking his

head. “You know what? Forget about whatever I just said. I

shouldn’t have asked you that. What you choose to wear doesn’t

concern me.”

I can hardly think straight. This is…this is more than I ever asked

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for. “Oh my God. You…notice. You do notice what I wear.” My joy

is inexplicable, I feel like screaming. “The way you act

sometimes

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation in the first place. It’s

so goddamn inappropriate,” he buttons his shirt back and folds his big arms over his chest. “Now go back to Eric. In here,

“Now

nothing ever happened. We never spoke about this.

Understand?”

Knowing that I’ll never have an opportunity as good as this for at

least a long while, I defy his words, sticking my tongue out as I

hop onto the counter, dragging my arse backwards, excited

his touch blowing up my circuits, shooting electricity through my

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