“But you always knew it wasn’t yours,” said Cleo slowly.
“Yes,” I growled. “That bitch implanted Marie with some random dude’s sperm mixed with her egg. I threw them both out the minute they confronted me with the pregnancy.”
And Cleo just shook her head.
“This is so confusing,” she said slowly. “I can’t believe Lorena would go to such lengths.”
But I shook my head.
“Believe it,” I growled. “I was a lifestyle to her, nothing more. With me, she could keep up a lavish life, even sleep with the pool boy if that’s what she wanted. But once I decided I wanted to be with you, she knew her days were numbered, I wasn’t going to let her continue her depraved ways forever.”
Cleo was silent for a moment.
“So you’ve never had a child? Never had a child with another woman?” she asked slowly.
“Never,” I grunted, staring at her hard.
“And have you … ?” she asked, her voice trailing off, eyes looking out in the distance as she bit her lip nervously. But I knew what she was asking, and despite the ridiculousness of the situation, it was true. I’d essentially been celibate for four years and wasn’t afraid to say it.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since I was with you,” I said harshly. “No one’s been with me since you.”
And here, Cleo drew a deep breath.
“I never would have guessed,” she said slowly, “Drake Markham, alpha male, man about town … on his own for four years.”
I paused for an instant.
Well,” I drawled. “I wouldn’t say that I was ‘alone,’ exactly.”
That made Cleo look up again, eyes flashing, chin lifted.
“Who have you been with then?” she asked, challenging me, straightening her shoulders as if for battle.
And I smiled at her.
“With you, baby. With your videos, the live cam feeds, the toys you’ve produced. I’ve been living with a simulation of you in my arms, albeit from a distance, but it’s always been you, honey.”
And with that, Cleo drew in a deep breath, that beautiful décolletage rising, her boobs creamy and full, tempting, distracting me.
“I see,” she said slowly. “I see.”
“Yes honey,” I rumbled, taking her hand. “And it’s time to make it real once more.”
And with that, my lips crashed down on hers, taking what was mine, what belonged to me … forever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cleo
It was unreal to say the least. My stepdad, the man I’d fallen in love with so many years ago, had just told me that he’d never slept with another woman since me. There was no “other woman,” there was no baby. In fact, he’d been living like a monk since we were together. Well sort of. I guess monks don’t masturbate to my images, my vids, use the toys I’ve put out on the market.
And now, as he pulled me into his arms, demanding, hot, and hungry, I found myself letting go. There was so much to process still, so much to sort through. But I was hungry too, four years of longing will do that to you, and I finally had my chance.
“I’m never letting you go again,” he growled into my ear. “Now that you’re on my territory, you’re here to stay,” he ground out before capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.
And it felt so good, so safe in my stepdad’s strong, muscular arms. I melted into him, my skeleton turning to butter as we kissed each other frantically in the backseat of the car. His hand found the slit in my skirt and grazed up my thigh to brush against my pussy.
“Daddy!” I squealed, pushing his hand away. “There are people waiting for us back at the auction.”
But Drake wasn’t about to be deterred.
“Let them wait,” he muttered hoarsely as he kissed me, his hands unerringly aiming for my heat once again. “They work for me, it won’t matter.”
And I succumbed. It was nice being with a man so masculine and dominant, his hands tracing over my curves like they were long-lost friends. He ran a finger along my décolletage, sampling that creamy flesh and groaned deep in his throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, gently brushing the spattering of freckles there. “I have to see.”
And with that, he seized my dress in his hands and tore it apart, ripping it straight down the middle. I gasped, my body suddenly bared to him, his gaze ravenous as he took in my Double D’s, my wetly creaming cunt. I hadn’t worn lingerie and was totally nude save for my garters and stockings.
“Oh honey,” he growled, his breathing coming hard and fast. “I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed this so much,” he said before diving between my breasts.