Emma

I hate my mom.

"Seems like everyone is busy having sex," Zach, my lame ass boyfriend says while fucking me. The smile on his face is ridiculous. It makes me hate him even more.

My mother's moans are loud from upstairs. I think she took the room directly beneath mine to torture me with the sounds of the man I want fucking her. It should be me.

But here I am stuck with a man that can't even give me an orgasm.

Zach has been my only boyfriend since highschool.

I wouldn't say I have ever loved him or craved him as much as I crave Knox.

But I accepted him just because he was the only guy that was willing to go out with a nerd. Me.

While the other girls got hot football players, I got braces and awfully nerdy Zach.

"Do you know the woman's body is yet to be fully researched?"

"I don't need to know that while you're inside me, Zach."

"Sorry, I only wanted to–"

"Just fuck me, please. No more talking."

Zach's lips curve downwards in a frown. I stay rigid, only moving in response to his weak thrusts. My mother's moan has gotten louder and it's all I can think of right now. What Knox must be doing to her......

"Earth to Emma!" Zach stops moving. This time I frown.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I don't think either of us is enjoying this. You aren't even here with me," Zach replies.

"I am here," I lie. Zach slides out of me before I even get to enjoy it. Asshole.

"No you're not, Emma."

He searches my eyes clearly worried. Zach has always been the lovey dovey type that pays way too much attention to conversations than knowing how to satisfy me sexually.

It takes one more scream of my mother's to drive me insane.

"I think we should break up."

Zach's eyes grow wide. But he is too stunned to speak. His mid-sized dick grazes my skin and I feel irritated. I bet Knox's has more girth and he surely knows how to use it damn well.

I push Zach off me and stand to my feet, putting my clothes back on. He is clearly a waste of time.

"Why Emma? Did I do something wrong?"

I toss his clothes to him.

"Well for one, you can't fuck. Then two, I never orgasm with you. Now get dressed and leave."

"But Emma we could–" He begins to slide on his pants.

"I'm not changing my mind, Zach. It's over between us."

I slip on my flip flops and begin to walk to the door. I need some space where I can't hear my mother screaming.

"Please leave when you're done." I exit my room and head for the kitchen to take some water. It takes a few more minutes to hear the front door. I sigh, gulping down some water.

"What are you doing down here this late?" A voice makes me jump in the dark. The glass slips out of my hand and breaks into pieces of the floor. Dammit.

The lights come on and Knox is standing by the switch. He walks over to me and whispers a curse when he sees the mess I made.

"I'm sorry I frightened you."

He moves those sexy grey eyes to me. They are full of concern.

"Are you okay?"

His chest is bare. He's an inked glory of muscles and perfection.

"Yes...yes I am," I mutter.

My eyes move to his crotch. Holy fuck!

Knox is standing next to me clad in only briefs. His bulge perfectly lined in it. It's huge. And thick ...fuck.

"Let me help you," he says, moving to get the broom.

I stare at his behind more intensely than I should. My morals are locked somewhere at the back of my head. And I have no intentions to be a good girl tonight.

Knox begins to sweep the pieces of glass and I reach out to take the broom from him.

"Let me help you with it." He doesn't release the handle at first but finally lets go when he sees I don't either.

He takes a step back and I follow him, turning my back to him. My ass slightly grazes his crotch and I feel an electric jolt skittering my body when it does.

Knox apologizes and takes a step back. I know he felt the same jolt with the look in his eyes.

"I...I should leave you to it then," Knox says and turns to the door.

No. I can't let him leave. The slight touch has my panties wet already.

Think fast Emma. Think.

"Ouch,'' I whimper. I make a groaning sound and fake a leap. It catches Knox's attention.

"I think I stepped on a glass. My toe hurts...Ouchhh," I lie as I try to move again. Knox turns back to me. Yes.

"How did that happen?" he rushes to take a look at my toe.

"I have no idea," I fake a sob. Maybe I should have considered an acting career rather than major in marketing. I almost laugh at how concerned he looks.

"Which toe Emma?"

"The big toe, Knox." I entertain myself with the sight of his crotch. I want to fist his length and have a feel of it for myself. It's so tempting.

"I can't see any hurt," he replies.

I move an inch closer to him.

"Are you sure?" I moan, placing an arm on his shoulder. They are sturdier than Zach's. All muscles and ink. I move an inch closer till my nipples graze his chest.

"What are you doing Emma?" I slide my fingers down his shoulder, slowly tracing a tattoo down to his chest.

"Nothing. Can't find the cut still?" I slide my fingers down. And further, only inches away from the band of his briefs before he grips my wrist to stop me.

"I'm your stepfather, Emma." I bore my eyes into his. Our lips dangerously close as I flicker my gaze between his sexy eyes and even hotter lips.

"But not my father," I whisper, biting a bit of my lip.

"What do you want?" I force my arm free out of his grip and satisfy my longing need to touch him. He lets me feel his dick through his briefs and I've never gotten any wetter just from a contact.

It's veiny. And huge..fucking huge. I almost moan at the thoughts of the things he'll do to me with it.

"Kiss me," I whisper after a moment of silence. But I don't wait for him to move before I lean forward to taste his lips. My hands still on his beautiful cock.

"Emma, I forgot..."

I recognize that voice. Shit.

Knox

I shift in my leather chair, trying to focus on Cynthia's presentation slides projected on the conference room wall.

But I'm barely in the room with them. My head is muddled with thoughts of last night. The feel of my stepdaughter's hand on my dick.

"Our demographic analysis shows a 34% uptick in engagement when we target the 25-to-40 age bracket," Cynthia says, her pointer dancing across colorful charts.

I'm completely lost when she goes on to the next slide.

I was stupid for letting Emma touch me. And we almost got caught. Not like we did anything. But it didn't look that way when Zach, her boyfriend walked in. I should have walked away when I had the chance. It can't-

"Mr Williams? What do you think about the budget allocation?" Cynthia's voice cut through my thoughts.

I blink, realizing she is looking at me expectantly, just like the others. Dammit. "The budget, yes. It seems..comprehensive."

Cynthia lifts her eyebrows slightly. She has been my campaign lead for three years now and it's obvious in her eyes that she knows I'm distracted.

"I haven't mentioned specific numbers yet, sir."

Heat creeps up my neck. Emma's ruining everything.

"Right. Please, continue with the breakdown."

I force myself to sit straighter. This is my company. My reputation on the line and I need to think of a way to deal with Emma later. But my mind betrays me.

I have images from last night resurfacing in my head too many times. How my dick jerked in need when he gripped me. I haven't felt that way with Gina. And I know it's fucked up. I shouldn't be....I shouldn't have.

"Mr Williams, you're not looking at the projections," Cynthia says, her tone edging toward frustration.

I grab my bottle of water and drag my attention back to the screen as I take down a gulp.

"I'm sorry, Cynthia. I didn't sleep well last night. Can you run through the timeline again?"

She sighed, but her expression softened. "We can reschedule this meeting-"

"No, no. I'm fine. Really." I rub my temples, trying to push away the thoughts away.

"The timeline?"

"Phase one launches in two weeks, assuming we get Sanderson's approval by Friday. Phase two begins the following month, and we'll want to assess performance metrics before moving into phase three." Cynthia's pointer traces the calendar on screen.

"The entire campaign runs through the fiscal quarter, with options to extend based on results."

My phone buzzes against the conference table, causing a distraction. I glance at the screen and stare at the message for a few seconds blank.

Why is my ex-wife contacting me?

I haven't seen or heard from her in almost two years. Not since our divorce had been finalized in a flurry of lawyers and bitter accusations.

"Sorry, please continue," I say to Cynthia. Before she gets the chance to speak, the door to the conference room opens. What the hell is happening today!

My secretary, Patricia, pokes her head inside. Her eyes look worried.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt," Patricia says, her voice tight. "But there's someone here to see you, sir." Her eyes are on me. I know I'm not scheduled to meet anyone for the next hour.

"She says it's urgent."

"She?"

I frown as I stand to my feet. I hate distractions in my meetings.

"Who is it?"

Patricia is hesitant for a moment. She glances at Cynthia, then back at me, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Mrs Lewinsky," she finally says.

I feel the blood drain from my face. Monica is here. My ex-wife.

What could possibly bring her here now? My gut tells me something isn't right.

"Where is she?"

The door burst open, almost yanking off its hinges but that's the least of my worries.

Standing at the doorway, I feel my blood simmer beneath my skin, heat slithering through my veins.

She seats there, crossing her long legs leisurely on my swivel chair like it belongs to her.

After all these years. What does she want? Whatever it is, I won't let her have it.

My nerves grates through my system, my palms balling into hard fists at my sides as those lucid blue eyes stare back at me. Then her face stretches into a saccharin smile.

I don't know which angers me more, her presence or the smile on her face.

"Monica, what are you doing here?" I ask, shoving the door shut. The slam echoed through the walls of my office.

Her smile widens. "Knox, that's not how you treat someone special. It's been a long time." she purrs in a soft teasing voice.

She carries an elegance that announces her presence but it feels suffocating.

I know what she's trying to do, acting all soft like she means no harm. But that's not who she is. Beneath that beauty and polished looks, she's worse than a viper.

And I regret ever knowing her. How did we even become a couple in the first place? If I am being honest with myself, I know the answer. A shallow reason. We were good in bed, nothing more.

Flashes of memories came uninvited, wide hips bouncing on my rock hard dick night after night.

And how she moans my name in pleasure. We were so much in love, so I thought. Until it all came crashing down like pack of cards.

I quickly snap out of those stupid thoughts which I should not be having in the first place.

She pushes the chair back and stands Her black gown molds every curve of her body.

And those breasts...damn it! I always have a weakness for women with plenty in that department. Same size as Gina's. The difference? Monica went under the knife for hers.

Back then, it didn't bother me.

She sashays towards me and her wide hips rolled like well oiled wheels. Her sharp heels clicked against the floor. It was the only sound in the room but it crunched my wild thoughts, bringing me back to reality.

Monica shouldn't be here. I ask myself how those security team outside allow her in with the way she looks in that mini-slut- looking gown of hers.

I think I need to fire those guys and replace them with more competent hands!

She reaches out, her hand brushing my shoulder, and I stiffen. Whatever I once felt for her is long dead and buried in the sand of time.

Back then, the mere sound of her voice could turn me on. Back then, I could ride her all day. But those days are over, especially after what she did to me.

I glare at her hand. And then shrug it off as though it carries a dreadful disease. "Monica, I want you out of my office. Now," I growl.

She pouts, that fake sweetness in her tone already grating on me. "I miss you. I just got back yesterday, so I came to say hello."

She reaches for me again but I caught her wrist midair.

"You miss me?" I scoff. "Nice try. Now get out before I am forced to do something drastic.

In a flash the smile on her face melts away, and her eyes blazed with a dark fury. Her mask of sweetness slips away, revealing the darkness beneath.

"Knox, I came here to talk," she snaps. "Do I have to beg for your attention?"

I ignore her, walking to my table. The flies are all exactly were I left them. I drop into my chair and fix my gaze on her.

"You don't deserve my attention. Not after how things ended between us."

She raises her hands as if surrendering "Look, you don't have to rehearse the past. I messed up and I know it."

She drags a seat out and sits opposite me.

"But I know you still love me and I want you back."

I burst into uncontrollable laughter, the sounds fills the office before I stopped abruptly.

"You must be out of your mind. If this is a joke, it's funny. Now leave."

Her glare sharpens. "I am not going anywhere. You're mine."

The way she says it isn't affection, It sounds more like a threat.

I already have enough problems. Emma, my sweet little problem is more than I can handle. Adding Monica to that list is impossible.

"I am married," I say flatly. "You should look for someone else. My wife will be here soon, I don't want a scene."

This time, she throws her head back in mocking laughter. I fix a hard stare wondering if something funny. "You think I'm lying?" I ask.

She manage to suppress the laughter, her hand waving in the air as if to dismiss me. "I don't care. You met me before her and we can start all over."

I lean forward. "I don't want you in my life. What makes you think I want you back?"

She rises, slow and deliberate, stepping towards me. I swivel my chair to face her.

She closes the gap between us. Before I can stand, she shoves me back into my seat and slides onto my lap.

Her hands pressed against my chest . I could see her nipples straining against the sheer fabric of her dress.

She notice my gaze on her breast and she takes it as permission to press her breast into me.

My throat goes dry suddenly. Such closeness isn't what I need. I don't want her. Let her keep trying, nothing will ever happen between us.

I grip her waist ready to push her off me. Just when I thought I could resist her, her lips crash onto mine.