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I cut my gaze to the floor, my good mood lifting as the reality of the situation hit out of nowhere.

I’d just told him more in one conversation than I’d shared with anyone, ever, and I’d done it without thinking.

I’d never talked to anyone about my dad, my custody arrangement, or that night four years ago, and opening up to Dex about all of it was fucking with my head and bringing all that crap back to the surface after years of repressing it.

I needed to think about something else so I could pack all that trauma away and go back to pretending like none of it bothered me and I was over it.

Spotting one of Ruby’s dolls, I scrambled off the couch and went to grab it.

Dex looked at me curiously when I sat next to him, the doll still clutched in my hand.

“Do you want me to show you how to French braid?” I asked, my voice remarkably calm, considering the mess of emotions still swirling around inside me.

He nodded, thankfully going along with my abrupt topic change.

I put the doll between my knees to hold it still and finger-combed the long strands of plastic hair until it was relatively tangle-free.

“Real hair is a lot easier to work with than this stuff.” I gathered and smoothed out a section of the doll’s crown and split it into three tails. “If you can do it on a doll, then doing it on the girls will be a piece of cake.”

He shifted closer, his outer thigh pressing against mine as he leaned in to presumably see better. The heat from his body was familiar, and some of the noise in my head calmed.

“It’s pretty simple,” I continued, unable to stop babbling at his proximity. “Just braid like usual, only you add some to each tail before you cross it over.” Going slow, I demonstrated what I meant.

“That seems easy enough.” Dex held up his hands and looked dubiously at them. “But I fumble with normal braids. My mitts aren’t meant for delicate weaving.”

My chest and neck flushed hot as I unconsciously looked at his hands. They were big and strong, with long fingers and wide palms, and made mine look small in comparison.

I liked his hands, and especially liked how they felt on my skin, around my dick, and inside me.

I tore my gaze from them and focused on the doll. What the fuck was wrong with me tonight?

I’d spent the entire time Dex was here trying not to think about him as anything other than my stepbrother, especially in front of our siblings, but that hadn’t stopped my thoughts from straying to places they shouldn’t, or the comments and innuendos I’d dropped without even realizing I was about to say them.

I couldn’t even blame the trauma dumping session because that crap started the second I saw him at the door and realized he wasn’t just dropping something off and wanted to stay.

I knew he was there to see the kids and not me, but my stupid brain was way too happy to see him and way too excited at the prospect of getting to spend some time with him outside the apartment. And watching him with the kids had done things to me it had no business doing.

Clearing my throat, I wove a few more lengths of the braid. “Like I said, if you can do a regular braid, you can do a French braid. It just takes practice, even with banana hands like yours.”

He barked out a laugh. “Banana hands? Not sure if that’s an insult or a compliment.”

“More like a metaphor.” I flashed him a quick grin. “Am I wrong?”

He chuckled. “No, you’re not wrong. Although I kinda hate you for that one. Now all I can see are bananas instead of fingers when I look at my hands.”

“You’re welcome.” I finished the French part of the braid on the doll and quickly wove the tail into a regular braid.

“That’s what I get for having a writer for a stepbrother.” He bumped my shoulder with his. “Do you remember when you went through that phase where you’d call me random names that didn’t make any sense but were somehow super insulting like ‘excavated potato’ or ‘dollar store teapot?’ That used to piss me off so much, and I had no idea why.”

Laughing, I pulled the braid I’d just made in the doll’s hair apart. “I remember. That was a fun time.”

He snort-laughed. “Maybe for you, not so much for me since I was the one who looked completely unhinged when I lost my shit because you called me a used sandal.”

I handed him the doll. “Like I said, that was a fun time.”

He took the doll from me and wedged it between his knees. “Brat.”

“Let’s see what those banana hands can do.” I waved at the doll.

“I seem to recall you getting up close and personal with them recently,” he said, his tone casual but somehow still laced with heat and innuendo as he gathered a small section of doll hair to start his braid. “And I don’t remember you complaining about them then.”

My cheeks went hot and my dick thickened in my briefs. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” I said, not quite pulling off casual as my voice cracked on the last word.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling my attention to the doll and off my stupid sex-starved body. “Not too much to start with?”

“It’s good.” I tried to discreetly clear my throat.

Thankfully Dex had to concentrate on what he was doing, and I was able to spend the next twenty or so minutes focusing on his braiding skills and not thinking about his bedroom ones as he practiced.

“I think I have it.” Dex beamed and held up the doll, showing off the neat braid he’d just finished.

“You definitely do.” I couldn’t help grinning back at him. He looked so proud and happy it was contagious. “You picked it up faster than I did.”

“How did you learn how to do it?” He handed me back the doll.

“I watched some YouTube videos and practiced on a very squirmy Chloe until she was happy with them.”

He leaned back against the couch. “That sounds slightly more difficult than practicing on a doll with someone giving you step-by-step instructions.”

“Slightly.” I put the doll on the table next to the couch. “Next I’ll show you how to do a crown braid.”

“A crown braid?”

“I have no idea what it’s called, but it’s when you do the braid like a hair band. She loves that style, but it’s a bit advanced for a first lesson.”

“I’d say so.” He shot me a lazy grin. “Are you sure my banana hands can handle something like that?”

“You’re not going to let that one go, are you?” I pinned him with a flat look.

“Nope.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth over it.

The move was casual, unconscious even, but my entire body tightened like he’d just whipped out his dick and invited me to sit on it. My breath caught, and my dick went half hard, tenting the front of my sweats.

He dropped his eyes to my bulge, but instead of making a snide remark or teasing me about my lack of control, he lifted his heated gaze to mine.

I tried to look away, but it was like we were frozen in place and trapped in some sort of feedback loop.

This was bad. Really fucking bad. We were babysitting, and our siblings were upstairs. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably less than thirty seconds, Dex shifted so he was angled toward me. His knee pressed into my thigh, sending little zings of electricity through me and waking up nerves deep in my body.

That was enough to break me free of whatever spell had fallen over us, but instead of getting up or saying something stupid to break the tension, my gaze fell to his lap, and the very obvious bulge there.

I had no idea who moved first, but one second I was sitting on the couch, and the next I was on his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs as I straddled him.

Dex’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer, and our chests pressed together. His body was warm and solid against mine. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped my lips as our mouths crashed together in a bruising kiss.

Every thought other than how much I wanted this flew from my mind as one of his hands slid under my shirt and splayed over my back, anchoring me in place. Our kisses were hot and hard, but not rough. He wasn’t trying to dominate me or make me submit to him. He was just as eager and hungry as I was.

A low groan rumbled out of my chest. Needing to touch him, I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, up his neck, then cupped the sides of his face. The scratch of his stubble against my palms was way more erotic than it had any business being, and I actually whimpered when he let out a throaty growl.

My fingers bumped the sides of his hat. I pushed it back off his head, letting his curls fall free. Greedily, I tangled my fingers in the thick strands and held tight.

Dex raked his hand over my back, his blunt nails leaving trails of fire in their wake. I loved knowing I’d be able to see the evidence of his desire and his loss of control long after we were done.

He slid his other hand over my ass, kneading and teasing the sensitive globe. I didn’t hesitate when he used his grip on me to encourage me to rock over him and drag my aching dick against his washboard stomach.

“Wait,” he said against my lips, his voice a sexy rasp that would normally have me moaning or maybe even whimpering again if he wasn’t stopping things. “Not here,” he continued before I could freak out or assume he was rejecting me.

I blinked a few times, my brain coming back online as his words registered. He was right. We couldn’t do this here, not out in the open where we could get caught if one of the kids came downstairs.

“Hold on,” he said, pulling his hands free from under my clothes so he could grip me better.

“What do you—” I barely managed to stifle my cry of surprise as Dex stood up, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing.

I clung to him like a baby koala, my head spinning with confusion and good feels as he took a second to steady himself, then carried me across the room like I weighed nothing.

I knew Dex was strong, but I hadn’t realized he was that strong. I wasn’t a big guy, but I wasn’t some delicate slip of a thing either, and the ease at which he carried me made my stomach swoop and my dick throb where it was still trapped between our bodies.

He walked right out of the kitchen and halfway across the main floor before taking a hard left and stopping in front of the closest room with a door—his dad’s office.

His dad actually had two offices. The one downstairs was more like a man cave masquerading as an office and was where he escaped to when he didn’t want to be around the family. The office upstairs was the one he actually worked out of and kept files in, so that door was always locked.

The idea of messing around in his dad’s space was way more exciting than it should have been, and a weird sense of anticipation and giddiness hit me right in the chest.

Blindly, I reached behind me and felt around until my hand closed around the knob. It took a bit of fumbling, but I managed to get the damn thing open and gave it a little shove.

Dex walked right into the office and kicked the door closed behind him. Without hesitating, he carried me over to his dad’s oversized easy chair and sat down on it, settling me on his lap.

“I really wanna fuck you,” Dex said against my skin as he peppered my neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses. “But I don’t have any supplies on me.”

I wanted that too, and the mental image of Dex spreading me out on the huge mahogany desk invaded my senses as he gently bit and nibbled at my skin.

“Fuck, neither do I.” I tilted my head to the side to give him better access, my breaths coming out in staccato bursts as I ground my dick against his.

Needing to touch him, I shoved my hands between us and slipped them under his sweats so I could grip his hard length over his briefs.

He moaned against my neck and bucked up into my touch, forcing me to stroke him. Taking the hint, I slid my hand over the silky material of his briefs, marveling at how hot and hard he was, how good he felt.

“Can I blow you?” I asked breathlessly. If we couldn’t fuck, then I wanted to taste him.

He caught my lips in another blistering kiss, and I was half dazed when he pulled back, both of us breathless and panting. “Yeah, if you want to.”

I pecked a quick kiss against his lips, then shifted my legs so they were between his so I was able to slide to the floor in a move that only worked because Dex used his strength to keep me from crashing to the hardwood like a sack of bricks.

Once I was settled, I tugged the front of his sweats and underwear down, freeing his rock-hard cock. Not wasting any time, I gripped his base and held him still.

Dex shifted in the chair, scooting down so I had a better angle. I gave him a hard stroke, then took him into my mouth and swallowed him all the way down until he bumped the back of my throat.

He grunted and slid one hand into my hair as I held him there, working the underside of his shaft with my tongue as I swallowed around his cockhead.

“Jesus,” he panted when I finally popped off him to breathe. “You’re good at that.”

The praise wasn’t especially poetic, but it still sent a little thrill through me. I didn’t want to think about how many people had done this for him, but I knew it had to be a lot. Knowing he was enjoying my attentions gave me a little boost of confidence that helped shed the last of my inhibitions, and I was able to push all thoughts about how this was a bad idea or why we shouldn’t do this from my mind.

Wanting to tease him a bit, I closed my lips over the side of his shaft and moved up and down his length a few times before sucking just his cockhead back into my mouth. I ran my tongue stud around his broad head, then released him and dragged the tip of my tongue down his shaft and over the seam of his sac.

“Look at me.”

I snapped my eyes open at his command, and the look in his eyes was enough to send me dangerously close to my own orgasm. His stare was so intense, so focused, like we were the only two people on the planet and he wanted nothing more than to be there in that moment with me. Between his disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and red, kiss-swollen lips, he looked as wrecked as I felt, and another pulse of need shot through me and settled low in my body.

“You look so hot like that,” he rasped. “Can I fuck your mouth?”

I pulled my tongue from his balls. “Yeah, do it.”

He paused, the corners of his lips curling up in a wicked grin. “Get up.”

I stood, my body aching and my cock so hard it pulled comically at the material of my sweats.

Dex stood as well, then took my hand and tugged me toward his dad’s desk. Still grinning, he leaned his ass against the solid wood and stroked himself with his free hand.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. It wasn’t much of a fuck you, but messing around on his dad’s desk only amplified how hot and wrong this was.

Dex cradled my face in his hands and gently stroked his thumbs over my cheekbones. I wasn’t prepared for how much the tender move affected me, and a strange sensation filled my chest.

Locking his gaze with mine, Dex tugged me toward him and slipped his cock between my parted lips.

The sensation of his hard length sliding over my tongue was hot, but it was how he was looking at me that brought the heat level up to one thousand. The desire and need from before were there, but there was also something tender, affectionate even.

No one had ever looked at me like that, but instead of terrifying me, it amplified my desire and cleared the last of the doubt from my mind. He wanted this as much as I did.

Holding me still, Dex rocked his hips, gently fucking my mouth. I loved being used like this, but only because it was with him. The thought of letting anyone else have this kind of control over me made my skin crawl, but I trusted Dex, and I knew he’d never purposely hurt me.

“God, you look good down there,” he grunted. “Feel so fucking good too.”

Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked harder, teasing his shaft with my tongue stud as he sped up, his breaths coming out in sharp pants.

Abruptly, Dex pulled his dick out of my mouth and hauled me to my feet.

Before I could fully register what was happening, he spun us around and deposited me on his dad’s desk so I was sitting on the edge of it. Stepping between my legs, he pressed his cock against my stomach, his mouth meeting mine in another bruising kiss.

Greedily, I ran my hands over his incredible body, squeezing and kneading his muscles over his clothes. He was so big and strong, but instead of his size intimidating me, it made me feel safe. Like he could wrap me up and protect me from all the things that constantly weighed on my mind.

Not letting myself get lost in those thoughts, I slid my hands under his sweats and underwear so I could grip his firm ass and yank him closer.

He let out a groan that went straight to my already aching dick and jammed one hand between our bodies. Still kissing me like his life depended on it, he worked his hand into my sweats and pulled my dick free.

I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he gripped both our shafts in his hand and squeezed them hard enough I saw stars. Tangling his other hand in my hair to hold me in place, he stroked us hard and fast, using our precum as lube.

I’d never felt anything like it, and the sounds I let out were barely human as he worked us. The slide of his hot length against mine, the tight grip of his hand, and the ferocity of his kisses were almost my undoing, but it was how he held my hair just hard enough to let me know who was in charge without being overwhelming, was what threatened to send me over the edge after only a few minutes.

“I’m close,” I murmured against his kiss. I didn’t want it to end, but it was too good, and there was no way in hell I’d be able to hold off much longer.

“Me too.” He gently bit my lower lip, extracting another of those damn whimpers out of me. “Get our shirts out of the way.”

I gathered the hems of our tees and yanked them up so they sat under our armpits. Thank fuck one of us still had enough brainpower to think logically right now.

Dex broke the kiss and looked between our bodies. I did the same, and the sight of our dicks in his big hand made my entire body tense. Dex had a nice one, not too big or thick, with a broad head and a slight upward curve that hit all the right places. I was a bit smaller and slimmer, much like our body types, but they looked good together. It was crazy to think that, but they somehow did.

Dex stopped stroking us and gripped us by the base. Another of those damn whimpers fell from my lips. I was so close. I just needed a little bit more.

With a low growl that was way too hot, Dex thrust his hips and slid his cock against mine through the tight passage of his hand.

The sight, combined with how incredible it felt, was too much, and my orgasm hit out of nowhere. One minute it was bubbling under the surface and gathering strength, and the next it exploded out of me, taking my sanity with it as I came hard.

Dex thrust into his hand one more time, then stiffened against me, his cry mixing with mine. Our releases splashed between our bodies, covering our stomachs and his hand.

Before I’d even stopped shooting, Dex’s mouth was on mine in a messy kiss that only intensified everything, prolonging the pleasure. I kissed him back, riding out the last of my orgasm as a haze of calm and good feels settled over us.

Dex slowed our kisses until they were long and languid, teasing but still sensual. I’d never kissed anyone like this, but especially not after an orgasm, and I was a dazed mess when he finally pulled away.

His expression still full of heat, Dex lifted his hand and licked off the ribbons of cum covering his skin, his gaze locked on mine.

My breath caught as he leaned in, and I couldn’t stop my moan of pleasure when he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss, sharing our release with me as we passed it back and forth a few times.

“Why is that so hot?” I asked dazedly when he pulled back.

He grinned. “No clue, but it is.”

“Yeah. It is,” I agreed, still not quite with it.

“I’m just going to grab us something to clean up with.” He gave me a quick kiss. “You good?”

I nodded, more of my faculties coming back to me as he crossed the room and grabbed a box of tissues.

“I wish I’d thought to grab some baby wipes,” he said, balling up a huge handful of tissues and tossing them in a nearby trashcan. “These don’t work for shit.”

I finished wiping up and did the same. “We should probably put those in the kitchen trash so your dad doesn’t see them.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He pulled his shirt down and smoothed the material over his stomach. “Or we could leave them there and let him freak out and assume your mom had a guy in here.”

I barked out a laugh. “It’s what they deserve.”

“Right?” He grinned. “Things have been too quiet around here. I think they’re due for some drama.”

“As much as I want all the drama, that plan might backfire,” I said regretfully. “She’d probably just blame me and accuse me of having a guy over while I was babysitting.”

“Yeah.” He pushed his curls back from his face. “And the last thing we need is for one of the kids to tell them I was here tonight and for them to put two and two together.”

My heart dropped into my stomach, the reality of what we’d just done finally hitting. Not only had we hooked up off cam, we’d done it in our parents’ house, in his dad’s office, while our siblings were sleeping upstairs.

This couldn’t happen again. It didn’t matter how much I liked it, how much we wanted it. We had to end things now before we pushed our luck and got caught.