Chelsea.
I wanted to f**k my stepfather like a w***e.
That was the only thought in my head, even with my boyfriend’s voice in my ear. It was low and rough, the way it always got when he was trying to sound sexy.
“God, Chelsea, I’m so hard right now,” Simon whispered. “I want to bend you over and f**k you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
I had my phone pressed between my shoulder and ear, one hand already under the covers, fingers circling my c**t slow and steady. I wasn’t picturing Simon when I should have. Instead, my mind was full of someone else entirely.
Roman.
The man sleeping in the master bedroom right down the hall, lying beside my mother like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t been brought into our house just for me.
Mom had married him six months ago. I still remem
