Threesome Interlude Read Online Free Page B

the
    misfortune to become part of a family when they are already (or nearly, in the case of
    Rebecca) adults. They never saw each other as stepsiblings. All characters are over 21
    years of age. This book contains explicit sexual situations and graphic language.

    Excerpt:

    Gavin MacAllister tapped one foot with impatience as he waited near the doorway.
    “Becca!” he shouted into the empty hall. “What’s taking you so long?”
    He scowled, wishing for the nth time he hadn’t consented to having her stay at his flat.
    Oh right, he hadn’t . His dad had forced it on him, reminding him it was his duty to take care of his step sister.
    He rolled his eyes.
    Right.
    “Coming,” Becca called from behind her closed bedroom door a second before said
    door opened and she stepped out.
    Not that he had ever thought of her as his sister.
    One sight of her and his gut tightened. With desire, with lust, with hunger.
    Rebecca Adams with the straight black hair that fell to her chest, hair that he often
    dreamed would form a curtain around them as she bent over to kiss him, tickling his skin
    as she moved down his body. Her eyes a rich, chocolate brown he found himself
    drowning in. Mesmerized by the emotions swirling in them, there were times he couldn’t
    seem to tear his gaze away, though if he were asked, he couldn’t for the life of him say
    what it was he read in those expressive eyes. Her mouth a small rosebud red, a beautiful
    mouth made for smiling, with lips he ached to see wrapped around his cock.
    What a sight she would be.
    He hardened, just imagining.
    She appeared radiant today, the smooth, creamy complexion of her face giving off a
    warm, excited glow. He was so enchanted he couldn’t keep his stare off of her, so
    fascinated he forgot his irritation and the reason for his annoyance.
    “Gavin?” Becca stopped in front of him, a confused expression on her face. “Are you
    okay? You’re looking weird.”
    He recalled himself and snapped, “I’m fine.”
    He hoped his mouth wasn’t hanging open and that he was able to hide his desire for
    her. No, it wouldn’t do for her to know how much he wanted her. She was sure to laugh
    her head off. As he had predicted, she’d outgrown her infatuation for him and was even
    now pursuing one of the rising young men in his employ.
    Gavin resumed his scowl, fighting hard to ignore his attraction, his need to touch her,
    to caress the silky skin of her cheek. “Didn’t I tell you I have a meeting with an important client today at nine in the morning?”
    “Oh, lighten up, Gavin. It’s barely eight. We’ll get to the office in plenty of time.” She sashayed past him in her stiletto heels, her intoxicating scent of flowers and mint wafting to his nose and making him dream of forbidden things.
    He turned, following the fragrance. With her back to him, he allowed himself the
    enjoyment of skimming her lush curves with his gaze, lingering on the hypnotic sway of
    her hips. Her sweet, taut derriere beckoned to him and he could just imagine holding her
    tight right there while he rammed deep into her.
    His cock hardened further. Ached.
    Unbearably so.
    And that was before he noticed her long, long legs.
    Damn. It was, as she said, just barely eight in the morning. How was he going to
    survive the rest of the day?