~Calvin's POV~
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her as she bent over to pick up the remote from the coffee table, her tight yoga pants hugging every curve of that round, hourglass ass like they were painted on.
My stepmom, Emilia... Dads new trophy wife, barely thirty-five with a body that screamed temptress, didn't even notice how her plump t**s strained against her tank top, n*****s faintly visible through the thin fabric. Or maybe she did, and that was the problem.
My c**k twitched in my jeans, hardening against my will, and I had to shift on the couch, pretending to focus on the TV. It had been like this since the day Dad brought her home six months ago, introducing her as his 'fresh start' after Mom bailed. Fresh start? More like a walking wet dream I had to suppress every godda
