Holy f**k. Did those words just come out of my mouth?
Am I really thinking of setting myself up for that kind of rejection?
But what if I don't get rejected?
See? That little voice of optimism is already whispering in my head.
I knew he was dangerous.
"Squat you," Damien repeats, his dark brows pulling together. "You mean, with you on my back?"
"No." I shake my head and move in closer, winding my arms around my stepdad's neck. I have a momentary crisis of conscience. I'm making a move on my mother's husband! But then I remember she's probably already moved on to someone else and will inevitability be married ten or fifteen more times before the decade is over...and I hop up, wrapping my legs around Damien's waist, sucking in a breath over the huge bulge I encounter against my s*x. "W
