“Being here. Being a rich bastard gets lonely, you know? And you’re family.” She laughs at that, her clear voice feeling like a thorn in my heart.
“Lonely? You seem anything but lonely, Magnus.” She twirls the wine inside her glass, her eyes locked on mine, and I have to wait a few heartbeats before my brain starts to decode her words. “In fact, have you ever been alone? There’s always a woman hanging on your arm. Hell, more than one, sometimes.”
“What can I say?” I shrug, and then finish my wine. “Women are like a good wine. You can never have enough.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve never come across a real woman.”
“Tell me where I can find one and I’ll gladly let you know how that goes,” I smile, leaning forward slightly, the scent of her perfume climbing up to my brain and making it boil.
She leans forward as well, and I can’t help but let my eyes fall from her full lips to her cleavage, the round swell of her breasts calling to me like a fucking drug.
“Maybe that real woman is off limits,” she says, lowering her voice, and I find my mouth going dry.
“And maybe I don’t have any limits,” I reply, even though I know I’m walking on the edge of a razor. Whatever I say, though, there are a few lines I won’t cross, and fucking my own stepdaughter is one of these lines. As long as this is just harmless fun, I’m happy to play along, but don’t think I’ll pull the fucking trigger.
“So I’ve heard. You really live life on your terms, don’t you? It must be nice,” she continues, but this time I notice a judgmental tone in her words.
“I live life on my terms, yeah. I don’t hide and run from who I am or what I want. That doesn’t mean I’m the monster some people think I am.”
“Then who are you, Magnus Davion?” she asks me, and the reply shapes itself up in my mouth before I can think of it.
“That’s for you to find out, isn’t it?” I say, and this time there’s no snappy comeback from her. She just gazes at me, a contemplative expression on her face, and then she bursts into a laugh.
“We’ll see about that,” she chuckles, biting down on her lower lip as a grin takes over her mouth. I look back at her, my heart giving up and picking up the pace. Warm blood rushes through my veins, and I feel my cock hardening under my boxer briefs.
Two words to the manager. That’s all it would take for me to empty the whole restaurant and have the room to myself. Two words to the manager and I could be alone with Penny in here. I can already imagine the straps of her dress falling down her shoulders as I kiss her neck from behind, my crotch pressed against her ass… Forget all about money and world peace; right now, the thing I want most in the world is to bend her over this table and have my way with her.
Here’s one thing you should know about me, though: I’m a man of my fucking word, and I promised myself this would be a family reunion , not a fucking date. And so I just laugh with her and finish my fucking dinner and wine.
All while trying to forget the raging hard-on inside of my pants.
Fuck, you know what? The moment I’m out of this place, I’m going to call those strippers from the other night, and ask them if they have any friends. Because, as it is, I doubt three strippers will be enough to sate my hunger. Maybe Penny’s right—maybe I’ve never come across a real woman.
After we finish dinner, I pick up the tab (despite Penny’s insistence we split it up), leave a large tip, and then we both leave.
“This was nice,” she smiles, taking her cellphone out of her purse. “We should do this again.” I see an Uber icon popping up on her cellphone screen and I reach for her phone, taking it out of her hands and close the app.
“You’re not taking an Uber. I’ll take you home.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I just throw her a look that says this isn’t up for debate and she remains silent. Half a minute after that and my limo halts right in front of us. Without waiting for the driver to get out, I open the door and step aside for Penny to get in. I settle in by her side and, the moment I lock the door behind me, the limo starts rolling down 7th Avenue.
“I’ve never been in a limo before,” Penny says, but what I hear is I’ve never fucked in a limo before. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Me either,” I say with a teasing smile, and she laughs and places her hand on my knee. My heart jumps hard, electricity spreading to my muscles and making me tense up like a nocked arrow.
She looks at me, her eyes slowly falling down to my lips, and I realize that I could have her now. Right fucking now. Just one kiss and there’d be no coming back. But I’m not going to fucking bend and break. She’s my fucking stepdaughter, and that’s a landmine field I don’t want to walk on.