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.

Emma

I feel the wave of embarrassment wash over me as I step out of his room. He slams the door to my face. I bat my eyelids, feeling a rush of anger flowing through my veins.

Like a child whose candy was snatched, I stamp my feet in frustration, groaning in pain.

His rejection makes me feel worse but I won't back down. 

My gaze drops down to my body, I specifically bought this nightie for this purpose. 

I remember walking into a lingerie boutique downtown to get a new set of lingerie. 

The boutique had lots of items, making it difficult to chose from the arrarys of sexy lingerie.

As I stroll pass shelves and glass counters, nothing caught my attention. Making me wonder if I had made a terrible decision to shop here.

Just as I take a step, moving to another section in the boutique. My steps falter the moment my gaze fell on a mannequin with the most sensual nightie I have ever seen, hung on it delicately.

The alluring charm it exuded was difficult to ignore. I move in quick steps as though if I delay any further, another shopper will snatch it from my grasp.

I ran my fingers through the sheer silken material. It shimmers under the soft light in the boutique.

Without further delay, I was smiling at the attendant, swiping my credit card without giving a damn about the price tag.

I saunter out of the boutique with the shopping bag swinging in my hand. A smug smile tugging at my lips.

I could hear wheels move in my head as several plans formed. 

Knox. My wicked fantasy. 

He is the reason why I spent a whooping $800 on a nightie when I could easily go for those sold for $100.

But it seems my efforts are not getting the desired result.

A deep sigh escapes my lips, glaring at the door, I whirl around, furious. 

I storm into my room, banging the door shut. I lean on my door. Loose strands of hair fell on my face. I puffed out air in frustration and pulled the strands away.

Just when I feel I have the upper hand.The bulge straining through his towel shows I have a strong effect on him. 

At that moment,he recoils from it, sending me out of his room. I could still feel the sting of his rejection.

He wants me, I know it. The way his gaze lingers on my breast before roaming my body, says it all.

Heat and a wanton desire for Knox made me wet down there. The cold air streaming through the open window did little to cool my nerves.

I just want him, I groan as I sit on my bed. And then my eyes catch the sleek laptop on my nightstand.

I narrow my eyes, before dragging them away. I should be working on a report that I will submit  to the campaign team in the morning. 

Rather the thoughts of Knox consume me. I need to do something as I feel a crazy urge pooling down there.

I lift the silky nightie up to my waist. I did not bother to wear any panties. Because I thought Knox would fall for my advances.

And then, I spread my thigh wide apart. I run my fingers lightly across my thigh, feeling the warmth of my skin.

I want it badly, using my index finger, I dip it into my soft wet pussy. I can feel my juice pouring on my finger as I circulate it around my clit.

I threw my head back as a warm feeling washed over me. A low, throaty moan escapes my lips, and then I pump two fingers in and out, faster for a release.

The release and satisfaction lasted for a brief moment. Sliding my fingers out, my juice coats my fingers.

A sultry picture of Knox licking my juice off my fingers plays in my head. Instead I slid my tongue over them, the alluring taste hit my tongue.

I stood up and tug my nightie down and then I lay on my bed. Hoping that sleep will stop me from thinking about Knox.

I keep turning and tossing on my bed until I succumb to sleep. The world around me fades.

The first flicker of a dream brushes my mind. Standing in the shower stall, water pours down my body. I run my fingers through my hair as it soaks up water.

I turn it off and wrap a towel around my wet body. I step out of the shower and wrap my hand around the doorknob, pushing the door open.

As I walked into my room, Knox was standing there, with his back to me. 

"Knox," I called softly, surprise filling my face.

He never comes to my room. What is he doing here? 

Slowly, he turns around in a deliberate and unhurried way.

A smile slants his lips. He strides across the room towards me. And stand so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his breath.

He raises his fingers to my face that has droplets of water.

The gentle graze of his finger on my face sent me tiltering on the brink of pleasure and wild desire.

A spark of untamed yearning explodes between my thighs as his thumb traced the fine lines of my full lips.

"Knox," I croak, my voice betrays the irresistible pull he has on me. "What are you doing?"

His eyes twinkled with a dark craving. He drops his hand and brings his lips so close to mine. "I know you want me," his husky voice rides my senses into oblivion.

Before I can utter a word, he carries me, my feet leave the floor and the towel loses its grip and falls to the cold floor.

Naked in his arms, he takes me to my bed, the sheet remains rumpled and messy.

My hand reached out to cup his face as he dropped me down on my bed with the gentliest care. 

His gaze roams my naked body, his eyes gleaming in hunger. Knox bends his head, he takes my lips in a wild kiss.

My fingers moved from his face down to his shirtless torso in needy strokes. As our lips tangle in wild desire.

His fingers traced my thighs, in obedience, I spread them wide. I feel so hot, dying for his fingers to sink in and drive me with reckless intensity.

A shiver runs through my body as I guide his fingers to my wet spot. And as he inches to bury his fingers into my wetness.

The loud blare of my alarm pierces through my mind, waking me up. But the dream doesn't let go.

Emma 

I snap my eyes open, my chest heaving, as short gasps of breath tore through my lungs.

My eyes darted around the familiar surrounding of my room, so it's a dream? But the wet, tingling sensation down there makes everything feel so real.

The continuous blare of the alarm wipes the grogginess from my eyes. I roll onto the other side of my bed, facing the nightstand. 

In a quick motion, I stretched my arm, putting off the alarm. Silence fills the room and then I lay on my back, my eyes on the ceiling.

Still breathing hard, I ball my hands  into tight fists, slamming them hard into the mattress. My feet thrash the tangled sheet in frustration.

I slap my temple which is covered in perspiration. And again, the cold, gentle breeze streaming into my room does nothing to cool the heat building up from within.

I groan and drag myself up to a sitting position, leaning on the headboard. The strands of my blonde hair are a mess, falling over my face, and sticking to my sweaty face.

I fling it off my face, a burst of rage raptures inside of me. Knox. As stubborn as a mule. He knows I want him. 

Why is he acting like a saint? Most nights, I can't catch a decent sleep because of how loud my mother moans his name, while he rides her dry cunt.

I should be the one on his bed, not her! I feel a stab of jealousy. My mother keeps getting all the hot guys while I'm left with nerds like Zach.

Good thing I already broke up with him. That slowpoke can't even keep me filled with satisfaction.

I blew out air, my chest rising and falling. My gaze lands on the wall clock. It's just a few minutes past 10 p.m

I threw the bedcover aside, dragging myself out of my bed. My throat feels dry, I crave something different aside from cold water.

My craving, Knox, is out of my reach. Maybe I should just head over to the kitchen,grab a glass of water and then return to sleep. Unlike Knox, a glass of water won't reject me.

I slip out of my room quietly, careful not to make a sound. I hurry into the kitchen and flick the switch on. Light floods the kitchen, and darkness creeps out.

The humming of the refrigerator fills my ears.

I open the refrigerator and the pale light washes my face. Only a few apples, a bottle of juice, some biscuits in a crumbled pack, and a couple of bottles of water were in the refrigerator.

Grabbing a bottle, I take off the plastic cap, raise it to my mouth, and drink from it.  I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then I drop the plastic bottle back into the refrigerator.

The red succulent apples drew my attention, and in that moment, my stomach growled in hunger. 

Rather than  making a trip to the restaurant for dinner, I chose the lingerie boutique instead. And now the pangs of hunger are hitting me hard.

I snatch an apple from the bowl, my jaw wide open to sink my teeth into it.

The front door clicks open and I stiffen. My eyes wide with surprise. The apple slips from grasp and falls onto the kitchen floor with a thud. I make no effort to pick it up as it rolls away.

I quickly close the refrigerator and walk out of the kitchen, curiosity slickers through me.

Just outside the kitchen, I could hear footsteps on the staircase. Is it Knox or my mother? 

I still feel angry over our last encounter, I don't want to run into him. Seeing him will leave me craving for his touch, which he keeps denying me.

After some time, the sound of the footsteps stops. I take a deep sigh before closing the door. My stomach growls again but I match towards my room instead.

Just as I get to a corner leading to the hallway where my room is located, I bump into someone.

My senses scream at me and I catch myself in time.

A sharp voice, a very familiar one, broke the stillness of the night.

"Watch it Emma! You're not going blind," the cruel reprimand of my mother's voice makes me glare at her in disdain.

I place my hands on my hips. "No. You should be the one to watch your steps. But you chose to sneak around!" I fire back.

Quite frankly, I didn't see it coming. Like a flash of lightning in a dark cloud, my mother lifts her arm and strikes a hard slap across my face.

I stumble in shock, clutching my cheek as I feel a stinging sensation burning my cheek.

My eyes wide with disbelief. "You slapped me?" I ask in shock. 

She draws closer to me. Her eyes gleaming with fury. " You should be grateful I let you stay with me. Don't you ever speak to me with disrespect. I am your mother!"

Tears glistens in my eyes, threatening to flow. The little love I have for her melts out from my heart.

I sniffed, my gaze hardened to a cold resolve. Since she wants to treat me like trash, I will get back at her.

Just as she was about to walk away, she paused for a moment and then whirl around, facing me.

Her gaze sweeps through me and her eyes narrow suspiciously. "What are you wearing?"

I drop my hand from my cheek, a faint mocking smile plays on my lips. "A nightie, obviously."

She stares too long at my nightie which leaves nothing to the imagination. Her judgemental gaze flickers across her face.

For a split second, insecurity glimmers in her eyes, and vanishes almost immediately.

As the cogs of several thoughts turned in her head, I leer at her. 

She finally finds her voice. "Stop wearing such revealing clothes."

I fold my hands across my chest. " And if not?" I challenge her.

She studies me like I'm a problem to be solved. "Then I'll throw you out."