PIERCED - A Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free PDF

sofa with his rock hard cock in his hands.
    “Um, I don’t know?” My mind races in an attempt to come up with something. James isn’t a jealous man, but I’m not sure he’d appreciate knowing I had dinner with an ex-boyfriend he never knew about. I’d mentioned Sutton over the years to James, only ever in passing and never by name, and only ever with a mouthful of contempt and disdain directed at Sut and my father.
    Ding-ding.
    I glance down to find a text filling my screen.
    SORRY FOR UPSETTING YOU TONIGHT. MY OFFER STILL STANDS. I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD…
    I laugh, clapping my hand across my mouth. I used to make Sutton watch Aladdin with me over and over when we were kids, and I’d make sing A Whole New World with me as we danced jumped from chair to chair and sofa to sofa in his mother’s family room.
    YOU’RE A DORK . I type back, forgetting for a moment that I’m still mad at him. There’s a huge smile claiming my face, that I didn’t even try to fight. I wipe it away before James can see.
    “Babe, what are you doing over there? Come on. You’re leaving me hanging here.” Now he’s whining, and it doesn’t help my situation any. I’m dryer than the Sahara down below, and it’s going to hurt. James has never been much of a foreplay guy, though I’d kill to feel his mouth on my sex just once. It’s been years since anyone went down on me.
    “Sorry,” I say as I realize I’m waiting for Sutton to type back.
    I do not like him, and yet I’m waiting for him to text me back. What is wrong with me?!
    I shove my phone back in my purse and walk back to James. My phone dings again. I want to read the text more than I’ve wanted to read any text before in my life.
    James grabs my hands and pulls me back to his lap.
    I can’t do this. I can’t straddle my boyfriend’s raging boner and obsess over Sutton’s text message. It’s wrong. It’s weird. It’s confusing. I’m not in this moment whatsoever. My body is straddling James, but my mind is somewhere else completely.
    “Babe,” I say, scooting away from his cock. “Not tonight, okay?”
    James snaps his head to the side, looking at me through squinty eyes as if he can’t fathom the fact that I could flip a switch and lose all interest in fucking him all of a sudden. “Seriously?”
    I climb off his lap and grab my pants off the floor. “I’m tired. I have a meeting in the morning with Connie. Let’s have a nice, romantic night tomorrow, okay?”
    James says nothing, and I watch as his face morphs back into a calm, natural state the way it always does. He’s a good guy, my James. I silently remind myself of how lucky I am to be with him as I grab my bag and sneak it back to my room.
    I’m sneaking.
    I’m sneaking around with my phone.
    This isn’t me. I don’t recognize this giddy, butterfly-filled girl prancing down the hallway with her phone in her clutches dying for the moment she can read the text her ex-boyfriend slash stepbrother just sent her.
    GIVE ME A CHANCE.
    My heart races, thrumming hard in my chest. I squint and read it again.
    GIVE MIAMI A CHANCE.
    Oh. Miami . It said Miami .
    ***
    “I have to run into work real quick,” I whisper to James. It’s seven in the morning, and he’s passed out in my bed. His eyes flutter briefly and he makes a sound that leads me to believe he heard me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
    A half hour later I’m sitting across town in my boss’ office. She’s yammering on and on about some new Cuban-Thai fusion restaurant she tried the night before, and I’m trying to pretend like I’m interested.
    “Don’t you just love Miami?” She rests her chin against her dainty wrist as she leans into me from her side of the desk. Her lashes are long. Extensions I think. And her sleek dark hair is cut into a harsh bob. Her forehead is smooth as glass, and her lips are full and coated in shiny gloss. “I could spend the rest of my life here and not have a single complaint.”
    She