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

stick-figure sluts could offer.
    I had an idea what that might be. It just felt totally insane to say. To even think.
    But it felt right too. So natural and obvious.
    I lay in bed in my room at the Hotel Plaza Athenee in Paris. In a fresh pair of baby blue, matching tank top and panties pajamas. Less than an hour had passed and the faint scent of our coupling lingered. Sky blue silk sheets cocooned around me. Maybe I was the caterpillar ready to transform. I felt a transformation happening inside me. I couldn’t put a finger on it. But I felt different somehow.
    Maybe it was just that I was a woman now. A real woman. A woman that could pleasure a man. Maybe it was that. But I still just felt like an immature girl too. Confused and thrilled.
    I looked out the window, at the perfectly framed Eiffel Tower in the distance. The spot where I just last night, hours ago, lost my virginity. Lost it to the only man that deserved it.
    Jake.
    My feelings for him had grown and, despite my reservations and good sense, the dam broke last night. A flood gushed out and now I didn’t want to contain it anymore. It was out. We were out. Now we just needed to go with the current. Not drown in regret.
    I admired the tower silhouetted against the sky. Jutting up so strong and proud. It reminded me of his cock. Both were way bigger than seemed possible. Yet both fit perfectly in the spot destiny had chosen.
    The gray light shining through the window meant it was still early. That the day had just begun and there was still lots that could happen before it was over.
    Someone knocked on my bedroom door.  
    My heart jumped. He was probably coming to apologize. For throwing me out of his bedroom. For pushing me down in the hall. He wanted to make up.
    “Julia,” Annika said.
    Great. Her. What did she want?  
    I didn’t answer. If I pretended to be asleep, maybe she would go away.
    She didn’t.
    The door creaked opened. I kept my eyes closed.
    She sat next to me on the bed.  
    “Julia,” she said and tapped my shoulder.
    I fluttered my eyes open, like I hadn’t been awake for the last hour. Like I hadn’t just sucked on her ex-boyfriend’s toes while she stroked his cock. Like I hadn’t seen his cum cover her face like one of those scary, featureless, translucent white masks.  
    Like I hadn’t fantasized about my face covered in his cum. Like I hadn’t already fingered my pussy until I came on my sky blue sheets. Now dotted with cummy white clouds here and there.
    That was a lot of fluttering. To make it believable, I mean.
    “Annika, good morning,” I said in syrupy sweet voice. A voice that did its best to annoy the fuck out of her.
    She grimaced.
    “Not even,” she said. “Never mind.”
    I lay there, trying not to look away. Shame burned in my chest. Fucking Jake like that was wrong. I knew that. I wasn’t messed up or anything.
    Annika was messed up. She was big time messed up. Probably because of her superficial, supermodel job. I wondered if the job made her a shallow, stuck up bitch. Or if she was already that way and chose a job that fit. Models and actors were the two most vain jobs in the entire universe. They all thought they were God’s gift to everything.  
    I knew that was a generalization, but Annika fit it perfectly. She was the reason people used stereotypes. She had no idea how special Jake was.
    I did though.
    And she blew her chance, fair and square. It was my turn. She needed to accept it and get on with her plastic smile life.
    “Julia,” she said, “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you and Jacob.”  
    She looked me up and down with a snarl of distaste. My skin crawled. I looked away, feeling inferior and small.
    “But I want you to know, just between us girls, that he is mine. I know what he needs. What his mind needs. What his body needs.”
    “You don’t know jack shit,” I said.
    Her eyes flared with rage.  
    Oh crap. I shouldn’t have said that. It just came out.
    “I know more