“Fuck yes,” he groaned. I felt the heat of his come as it filled the condom.
I was still shuddering, my pussy fluttering against him, when he pulled out of me and ripped the condom from his still-hard dick. He tied it off and glanced down at the trashcan full of my puke before shaking his head and shoving it into his pocket. After he had zipped his pants back up, he helped me down from the desk and watched me get my clothes straightened.
“Now you’ve learned your lesson. Don’t make me teach it to you again, my darling step-sister,” he murmured in my ear before releasing me to stride out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
I was befuddled from my orgasm, but I knew enough to understand Lucas was the last man I should be attracted to after the way he’d walked out on me, not to mention his reaction to seeing me today. And yet, none of that seemed to matter to my traitorous body. How in the world was I going to survive living with him for an entire year? And what the heck was I going to do if I was pregnant with his baby?
Chapter 4
Lucas
It was utter, fucking bullshit! What was my dad thinking? He’d never even met the scheming, conniving, gold-digging, sexy, gorgeous... Stop it right now!
Not that I could actually cast the first stone at the moment, considering I’d just fucked my “step-sister” in the lawyer’s office after he read my dad’s will. Reaching the parking lot, I strode over to my car and stopped, placing my forehead on the cool surface. I was still overheated from our little sexcapade and burning with anger at myself, and my dad. I hadn’t planned to touch her ever again, but the second she told me I’d never get another chance to fuck her, I couldn’t help myself. I was driven by the need to prove her wrong, and prove to her and myself, that she was still as attracted to me as I was to her.
I guess I should be thankful for small mercies. At least he didn’t give her half of the company. Whatever, if Dad wanted to play this game, I’d go along with it, if only so I could prove my theory about Jade and her mom correct. A possible solution popped into my head. If I pursued her, relentlessly, maybe kept her tied to my bed, wait no, let’s not cross into kidnapping territory. But, if I made her uncomfortable enough, I might be able to get her to run. And, get some mind-blowing sex out of the deal.
The idea was shot down when I remembered the fucking board. Shit. There would be no hiding who she was from the media. They never stopped digging into my life. Being forced to live with her meant keeping our relationship platonic. We would have to play the part of step-siblings. Because, if the board got wind we were sleeping together, blood-related or not, it could cause a major scandal.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Wrenching my car door open, I slid onto the black leather seat of my Ferrari. Turned it on and burnt rubber out of the lot. I returned to my penthouse in the city, leaving my car with the valet, and taking my private elevator to the top. After throwing my keys in the vicinity of the entry table, I went straight to the bar and poured myself a drink. Looking around, I took in the sleek, modern design of my home. I never really cared for the way my place was decorated, but I was too busy to put any effort into changing it.
I’m not sure if I’d admit it to anyone else, but I preferred my ancestral home. It was warm and lived in, a mixture of comfortable and somewhat antique. My grandfather built the mansion and gave it to my parents as a wedding present. My childhood was spent there, my mother died there. She hadn’t been able to get pregnant again until I was almost fourteen, but she and the baby were lost due to complications. I’d always known I would inherit it as their only living child.
Until my father decided to make sure I had “family” if anything ever happened to him. Well, I wasn’t going to go down quietly. Jade could take her millions and get the fuck out of my life, but I would be keeping the house. Someday, when I decided to have kids, they would grow up there.
Finishing my drink, I put the glass in the sink, and called up a moving company. Then I packed a couple of bags and set off for my father’s...no, it was my estate now that he was gone. Well, mine and Jade’s for the time being, I thought darkly.
Once I arrived, I took my bags to the master suite and set them on the floor in the hallway. I stared at the closed door, memories of my childhood assaulting me. I hadn’t been ready to go through my father’s things yet, but I’d had everything stored neatly in the basement until the time was right.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside. It looked the same, but without the small personal touches. He’d always joked about this room belonging only to the man of the house and his wife, not so subtly hinting that he was itching to pass it down to me. His way of telling me to get married and give him grandbabies.