Free For My Stepbrother Billionaire: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance (Billionaire Stepbrother Book 2) by Eve Kaye

What’s Inside

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    Risk averse? Like I said, depended on the stakes.
    I unzipped my baby blue dress and let the shoulders fall away. It fluttered to the ground. The cool museum air grazed and puckered my nipples.  
    I looked up and down the hallway. No one. Okay. How long did we have?
    I kicked off my boots and tugged my black lace panties down and kicked those off too. I felt so naked. I mean, I was naked.
    But I felt so naked.  
    I threw the black scarf around my neck. It felt fashionable. I didn’t know. It was Paris.
    And it helped to not feel so naked.
    Any second now and Jake would notice me.  
    Would ravage me.
    I stood there, legs together, protecting my sacred spot. My nineteen-year-old bosom heaving as nerves raced through my body.  
    He didn’t turn from the window.
    “Julia, last night. It shouldn’t have—“
    He turned and froze. Like he didn’t know what just happened. Like maybe Psyche came to life in front of him.  
    He blinked a few times and snapped his mouth shut. He looked up and down the empty hallway.
    “What are you doing,” he said.
    I looked down. Embarrassed. A total idiot. Like who in their right mind strips naked at the Louvre? At the most famous museum in the entire world?
    I didn’t know why that made it worse. But it did.
    “Julia, put you’re clothes on,” he said in a husky voice.
    “I’m sorry, Jake,” I said. “I’m so stupid. I’m just a ridiculous, stupid little girl.”
    My chest spasmed as tears rushed from my eyes. I wanted to hide. From him. From the world. From the pair of lovers in their frozen embrace. Black streaks of mascara ran down my cheeks. My head hung from my shoulders like a useless weight. It probably was considering it thought this was a good idea.
    “Jules, don’t cry,” he said. “Please. I’m sorry.”
    That just made it worse. I totally unravelled. The type of crying where you sound like a wild animal. I was a stupid, crybaby animal. It couldn’t get any worse.
    “I’m such an idiot,” I said in choked and garbled words.
    “Jules, please,” he said.
    His hand touched my chin. Lifted my face to look up into his. His sky blue eyes were a thunderstorm of hunger and heat.
    My pussy instantly flooded with anticipation. With desire. I rubbed my palm over the thick lump of flesh in his pants.
    He pushed into me, backed me up to the cool marble base. The hard lines of his cock pressed through his pants and warmed my belly. My hips rolled into him, rising and angling to give him access, even through the fabric.
    “What are you doing to me,” he said.
    “Only what you want,” I said. “Whatever you want.”
    I squeezed him through his pants.  
    His hips drove forward, pinned me, as his mouth came down to mine. His tongue slipped between my lips, found and embraced my tongue. His lips pressed mine. Firm and furious.  
    My head swam and knees would have buckled if he didn’t have me pinned to the stone.  
    His hands traced my hips and trailed up to my breasts. He kneaded my full flesh and teased my nipples. Just brushing them and then backing off. I ached for his touch. He kissed me deeply, endlessly.
    His fingers latched onto my hard buds. Squeezed and rolled them. Tugged and teased them. Chills swept through me. Tingled in my toes. My insides clenched and grew damp.  
    He throbbed into me. Urgent. Impatient.
    I pushed his pants down enough to get access to his boxer briefs. I pulled down the elastic and his thick cock slapped my belly. The contact sent a hot chill into me. Straight into my womb. My insides clenched again, sending another flood dripping down my thighs.
    I took him in one hand and squeezed. Felt his heartbeat in his shaft. That strong and steady rhythm. The thick vein under my fingertips. The intimidating girth. I stroked him gently up and down.
    He felt so good. I wanted him inside me. Stretching me open and filling me up.
    His mouth left mine as he pulled my head to the side. He slid the scarf down and