My Step Father, My Desire.

Knox

My senses freeze and my body seizes as she tries to coax me into a kiss.

I jerk my head back, dragging my lips away from hers. She lunges again but this time I am ready.

My fingers snake around her neck, almost choking her.

Her eyes bulged, wide with fear that glazes over them.

She claws at my hand to break my tight hold on her neck. Using my superior strength, I pin her flailing wrists with my free hand.

She struggles with me which is a lame attempt.

“Now listen to me, you fool,” I growl in a rough voice I barely recognize. “You will leave my office, and my life! I do not want you around me. Let me refresh your memory; we are divorced!”

I shove myself to my feet. As I release my hold, she stumbles forward, nearly collapsing.

Out of instinct, I grab her arm, steadying her before she can fall.

She regains her footing, coughing and rubbing her neck.

Her eyes became dark in hostility. “You're so despicable, Knox!” she hurled the insult at me. “If you think I will let you get rid of me so easily, you're mistaken.”

She tugs at her mini gown which had ridden high up her thighs.

I chuckle dryly and then shove my hands into my pocket casually. “Don’t make me commit murder. I can assure you, I won't regret it.”

“I will go,” she says. Her eyes turns hard and sharp, like shards of glass. “ But Just so you know, you're mine.”

She snatches her purse from the table and storms out of my office.

The moment the door slams shut, a sigh of my office. A sigh of relief escapes me.

To be honest, her sudden appearance leaves a bitter, uneasy taste in my mouth.

I still remember how everything played out, transforming us from a sweet couple enjoying each other's company into sworn enemies.

It all ended one morning when she looked at me with cold eyes and told me our entire life together had been a mistake.

I shake my head. She must be delusional if she thinks I would accept her. I have Gina now.

And Emma. A small voice says in my head.

No. Emma is my stepdaughter. Nothing will ever happen between us.

Placing a firm lid on my wandering thoughts, I walk back to my seat.

I open my laptop to get back to work but my head was a mess.

Rather than focusing on the charts and graphs on the screen, everything blurs out. All I can see is the image of Emma from the other day, playing with the dildo.

I could not fight it any longer. I lean into my chair and give in to the dirty thoughts.

I close my eyes and a low throaty groan slips from my lips. Emma.

Her legs are spread wide, her hips rocking as she thrust the dildo in and out, pleasuring herself.

If she weren't my step daughter, I would throw caution to the wind and have her right there in her office.

The shrill ring of my phone pierces through the haze of my fantasy. My eyes flick open.

I scan the clustered table, finding the phone beneath the manila envelope.

And I find it beneath a manila envelope. Gina. Her name flashes on the caller ID. I take a deep breath and answer.

“Hello, darling,” she says, in a light, carefree tone.

I settle back to my chair trying to sound calm. “Honey, how is your day going?”

“Splendid. I just want to let you know that I will be back late. I'm out to see a relative. I will be having dinner with her.”

“A relative?” I ask. Aside from Emma, I have never met a single member of her family. It doesn't matter, though. I have her and that's all that matters.

“It's fine,” I say. “Enjoy your evening.”

“I will darling. Just grab something from a nearby restaurant for dinner. Emma can manage on her own.”

After a few more pleasantries, the line goes dead.

That night I return home after a long day at the office to an empty hoyse. Emma is not back. Where could she be?

I brush my curiosity aside. She's a grown woman not a kid.

In a way, I feel immense relief that she isn't here. I don't want to face the awkward tension that now hangs between us.

Later, from my room, I hear the front door open. And then the click of Emma's door down the hall.

I am sitting on the bed, my laptop open and I go through my emails. After finishing, I close the lid and walk into the bathroom for a quick shower.

I wrap a white towel low around my waist and step out of the bathroom .

My legs freezes to the spot.

Emma is clad in a nightie so flimsy. I can see the circles of her nipples straining against the fabric. And the perfect curve of her breast.

My throat goes dry and I can feel the throb of my erection hardening instantly, pressing against the towel

Her gaze drifts down my body, lingering on the obvious bulge in the towel. Her eyes twinkle knowingly when she sees it.

I curse under my breath.

“What are you doing here?” I ask in a hoarse voice.

Her tongue darts out, licking her full lips. “I l’m bored daddy,” her hand finds the hem of her nightie pushing the material up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs.

Then she began to run her fingers up and down the length of her thigh.

My eyes were glued to her creamy thighs but I had to drag them away.

This is so wrong. “You shouldn't be here. Go to your room.”

She drops her hand and pouts. “ But I'm bored I need company.”

I am losing my grip on sanity. Her gaze roams over my muscular chest and she runs her tongue over her lips in a slow, seductive way.

For a long moment, I just stand there watching her, her blonde hair catches the bright light from the light, and her full, perky breast strain against the thin fabric of her nightie.

Which her nightie did little to cover.

Taking a deep breath, I snap back into control. I stride to the door, and I drag open. “Leave,” I order, my voice firm.

She rises from the bed and walks towards me in slow, teasing steps. Emma stops right in front of me. “I will leave,” she whispers but it's not over.”

She blew me a kiss and then sashays out of the room, leaving me in shock. She is getting bolder by the day. If I don't stop her, she is going to be the end of me.