Free Stepbrother Catfish: The Complete Series by Izzy Sweet Page A

of the blanket then slip beneath. He drags his tips down, following the cleft between my breasts.
    “Raincheck?” he asks.
    I can hear him breathing now. My eyes glance down and yep, there’s a bulge in his pants. If I’m uncomfortable, he must be suffering just as bad.
    “Depends…” I smirk.
    Andrew lifts a brow, “Depends on what?”
    His hand covers my right breast. He squeezes and it takes every ounce of inner strength I have to keep from groaning.
    “It depends on what kind of mood I’m in,” I manage to breathe out and then promptly bite my lip.
    “Ah, I see,” he says sagely and gives my breast another delicious squeeze. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the day without thinking about you.”
    I let go and the blanket slithers down my arms and falls to the floor.
    The look on Andrew’s face is priceless. I feel so powerful. I could so get used to this.
    “I’m sure you’ll manage,” I say sweetly.
    Andrew kisses me savagely and then makes his exit. I hear him cursing all the way to the elevator.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    AJ : Make yourself at home. If there’s anything you need, just shoot me a text.
    It’s jarring, even after last night and this morning, to receive a text from Andrew but to have it marked as “AJ”. I stare at the words for a moment, letting my brain wrap around it.
    Now that Andrew is gone, I can think more clearly. There’s something about being around him and having him near me that makes my brain fog up. It must be the increase in my blood pressure and my hormones taking me over.
    Doubt is starting to sink in. What am I doing? I look around at the empty bedroom. What good can possibly come from all of this?
    My phone vibrates, drawing my attention. Andrew has sent me another text.
    AJ : Last night was the best night of my life. Can’t wait to come home to you.
    Wow. The best night of his life? I have to swallow back the surge of emotion that hits me. My fingers stumble as I type him back.
    Me : Ditto
    Best not to look too desperate. I already can’t leave. All the doors are unlocked, there’s nothing or no one to stop me but myself.
    Nothing to stop me but my heart.
    There’s something about Andrew. Something that draws me to him. I know he’s bad for me, I do. I know, I’m probably going to be the one who gets hurt when this is all over, but I can’t walk away. For whatever reason, I just can’t do it.
    My heart wants him. My brain knows he’s bad for me in the same way that I know that brownies go straight to my thighs and stick to my ass. But that doesn’t stop me from reaching for them. Life is short, indulge now and regret later.
    My phone remains silent. Andrew is either busy at work or just has nothing else to say to me. I look around his bedroom. There’s nothing for it. I can’t leave, so I might as well do exactly as he suggested. I’ll make myself comfortable and maybe do a little snooping.
    First on the to-do list is a shower. I wrap the blanket around me and walk to what I assume is the bathroom. It’s enormous. There’s a bathtub that’s the size of a small swimming pool and the entire back wall appears to be a shower. I’ve never seen anything like it. Half of me is tempted to soak myself in a long hot bath, but the shower is so big, I have to check it out.
    I drop the blanket, just leaving it on the floor, and step into the shower. There’s like ten different knobs and I have no idea what any of them do. None of them are labeled. I turn one and water starts to shoot out at my hip. It’s cold and I squeal but it quickly starts to warm so I endure it.
    Once the water is at a comfortable temperature, I experiment with the other knobs. I get blasted in the face, which sucks, but once I’ve got them all turned on, I’m getting sprayed from every direction.
    The shower is lovely, and I could so get used to it. The warmth of the water starts to seep into my bones and I stand for what feels like forever, just enjoying it. The