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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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When I return outside, Miles is pacing in front of his car, shaking his head. He’s brimming with anger, every inch of his hulking body touched by it.

“He’s got no right to treat you like that,” Miles snarls. “Nobody does. Ever.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Miles

“It’s not a big deal,” she says as I pull out of the parking spot.

It’s the second time she’s said that, but I can’t accept her words.

“He’s an ass,” I snap. “I’ve met his type before. Pathetic, weak-minded pricks like him live to make other people feel small. Once they get some power, however small, they’ll abuse it as often as possible. It wouldn’t surprise me if he clocked you in just to make you do it again.”

“I thought you were going to hit him back there.”

I glance at her. She’s taken her hair down, brushing her hand through it, long and beautiful. She’s smiling, despite apparently hating that I stood up for her.

“I think you’d enjoy that.”

She laughs quietly. “Maybe I did, but my career wouldn’t be very pleased. Can you let it go, Miles? For me?”

There’s no way I can say no to this since I’d do anything for her.

“Okay, I’ll try, but he needs to remember his manners.”

“People are rude sometimes. It’s just how the world works.”

“Nobody has the right to be rude to you.”

“You can’t protect me from everyone.”

“Maybe not,” I say, “but I can try.”

She crosses her arms. Her breasts push together as she folds her arms. They are round and voluptuous, enough to stir my manhood into a solid length, my tip aching with the need to feel her hand, lips, and breasts. I almost howl when I imagine slipping my precome-soaked dick between her tits, pumping her pussy. Oh, damn, I have to stop. The lust in me never stops ticking away, working at my resolve.

“That’s what good step-uncles do, huh?” she says.

“Are you trying to start a fight?”

“I’m just stating a fact.”

“You’re reminding me I’m your step-uncle, so I don’t try anything, which is funny, Layla, because you’ve been giving me kiss-me vibes since you got in the car.”

Her laugh is a reflex. It’s like there are two versions of us.

The version that knows we have to stop and the one that can’t.

“Have I really?” she says. “I didn’t know that.”

I smirk over at her. She’s grinning up at me as if enjoying the banter as much as I am.

“Something tells me you’re lying.”

“We’re being good, remember?”

“Yeah, but it’s damn hard.”

“Let’s change the subject,” she murmurs.

I turn a corner, wishing we were driving to our apartment instead. Or better yet, a house with plenty of bedrooms to fill with children, a large yard for them to play in, and a kitchen that matches my woman’s passion.

“All right,” I say. “How was work?”

She laughs again.

“How’s that funny?” I say, though I’m laughing too, simply because she is.

“Nothing.”

“It’s clearly something.”

“Seriously…”

I can’t resist any longer. Reaching over, I place my hand on her leg.

She sucks in a sharp breath as I squeeze, feeling her thickness through her pants, her breath coming with lust-filled trembles.

“Tell me,” I say.

“You’re so bossy.”

I glide my hand further up her leg, only stopping when she grabs my wrist, holding me in place. Instinct flares to slide my hand the rest of the way, right up between her legs. I know that once I start rubbing her hot pussy, she’ll melt for me, just like she started to last night before Elena and Noah interrupted us.

What does it say about me that I’m doing this despite knowing it’s wrong?

“I was just thinking,” she says softly. “When you asked how my day was, it felt like a boyfriend asking his girlfriend how her day was. That’s a crazy thought, I know.”

“I don’t think it’s worth thinking of things as crazy or sane anymore. We’ll never stop questioning us if we do that.”

“Us.” She gives my hand an insistent nudge, and I have no choice but to remove it, though it hurts. “There is no us. You kissed me. Then you disappeared for a year. I was thinking about it at work.”

I wait for her to go on, missing the feel of her leg.

“If I’m the first woman who…”

“Shook my world. Made me feel something.”

“Right.” Another shuddering breath. She’s struggling to hold herself together, just like I am. “Why did you leave?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Mom. Noah.”

“I thought I might get it—get you—out of my system. Or maybe I never really believed that, but I had to try.”

I don’t mention my reason for coming back. That would freak her out even more.

“When Noah offered me a place to stay, I was going to keep my distance from you and try to, you know our favorite phrase… be good, but I failed immediately. In hindsight, I could never do it.”

“You’re talking like I’m irresistible.”

“You are,” I snarl. “Not just your appearance, gorgeous flowing hair, kissable lips, or smoking-hot, curvy-as-hell body. It’s your personality too. Your passion. Your confidence and the shyness nestled beneath it.”



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