Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(28)

Skin to skin. Sexy as f*ck.

“Turn around, baby. I’m going to put my arm around you and you’re going to get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” she said as she yawned.

Her ass backed up against my dick. Fuck, how was I supposed to sleep with a raging boner? Curling into her, I caressed her skin and kissed her neck, savoring the moment and the woman.

Despite my worries of not being able to sleep with her naked body enticingly close to me, I drifted into a peaceful sleep. I hadn’t felt this content and at peace in a very long time.

I wanted Layla in my bed.

I wanted to f*ck her until she couldn’t walk.

I wanted this for the rest of my life.





2: Layla


The first rays of the morning woke me as the sun filtered through the window. Where was I? Memories of last night flooded back to me. I’d had way more to drink than I normally consumed, so I wouldn’t be surprised to find it was all just a surreal dream.

I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the daylight.

It was true. I was naked in Grayson’s bed and his arm was still draped around me, his hand cupping one breast and his erection throbbing against my ass.

Sweet Jesus.

What if someone found us like this?

But even worse, what would Grayson’s reaction be when he woke up and realized what we’d done? Would he be horrified and disgusted? I couldn’t bear it if he regretted it. I turned slowly so as not to disturb him and looked at his face up close while he was still asleep.

I studied his handsome features. The small bump in his otherwise perfectly straight nose. The laugher lines by the sides of his face. Worry lines etched into his forehead and I longed to stroke gently over them with my fingertips. His thick dark eyebrows and long black lashes rivaled my own. The morning stubble adorning his strong jaw made my * clench. He was so . . . manly. What wasn’t to love?

Unable to resist touching him any longer, my index finger traced lightly over the arch of the cupids bow defining his mouth. How I loved kissing those damn lips.

His hand drifted from my breast and came to rest between my legs. One long finger found its way to my clit, slowly rubbing in small circles. Good God, was he doing this in his sleep? I bit my lip so as not to make a sound when all I wanted to do was groan out loud and spread my legs so he could get to other parts of me.

“Layla?” His voice was deep and croaky and his eyes still closed.

“Yeah?”

“Hi,” he breathed as he slowly opened his eyes and met my gaze, the corners of his mouth twisted upward.

“Hi,” I whispered back.

“You really are here. For a minute I thought it was just one of my dreams.”

Grayson dreamed about me? Really?

My heart swelled with joy. I wasn’t the only one having inappropriate dreams. It pleased me to know that somewhere inside Grayson was thinking of me the same way I thought of him.

“Yeah, I really am here. In your bed.” Naked and horny.

As if he read my mind, his erection—which had pretty much been pressed against my ass all night long—throbbed against my back.

“God, you feel so good. I’m never letting you go.” His low, husky voice made me go all soft and gooey.

Yeah . . . until the real world takes over.

Either Grayson was still drunk or he was talking in his sleep, because clearly he hadn’t thought this through. His eyes were still closed and a wicked sexy smile had spread over his face.

He started nibbling on my ear sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I wanted him so much that my whole body ached for him. If this was the last time I could be with him, even if he was doing this in his sleep, I wanted it. Badly.





3: Grayson


I couldn’t believe Layla had stayed the night. I expected to wake up with a hangover and an empty bed. I wanted more of her, so much more that my cock ached to get back inside her.

Knowing I was the first man to f*ck her made me happy me beyond words. But I also wanted to be her last. Now that I’d tasted her, been inside her, I wanted everything.

I didn’t want to think.

Thinking about the real world was scary as f*ck. I didn’t know how to make this work. All I knew in this moment was that letting her go and pretending nothing happened between us would break me in f*cking half.

How could something that felt so right be so wrong? In the eyes of the world, we were family, even though we weren’t related by blood. Milton Forbes would never allow a scandal to rock the share prices of his empire. He’d made that abundantly clear on several occasion when he’d fired prominent members of top management for overstepping the line.

I shuddered to think what his reaction would be if he found out about this. About us. Layla was like his own daughter to him. He’d f*cking kill me for taking advantage of her vulnerability.

But, a lifetime without this, without her in my bed, would be torture. How could I pretend I didn’t want her for myself when she consumed my every thought? If I had to stand by and watch her get involved and marry somebody else—God forbid, a man like Matthews—it would rip my f*cking heart out.

There had to be a way. I was smart. Somehow there had to be a solution.

But right now, my dick was doing all of the thinking for me. Throbbing like a motherf*cker, it wanted inside her sweet *. She was already slick and wet, her * swollen and ready from my touch alone.