CAN’T WAIT TO TASTE HER!!!

Julian's POV

The car hummed beneath me as I drove home alone.

My wife, Lena's mother was at her sister's house, tucked into bed with a fever. I'd dropped her off, kissed her forehead, and promised to bring back her things.

A good husband would have stayed.

A good husband wouldn't have been thinking about his stepdaughter.

But I wasn't a good husband. I'd stopped pretending I was the night I first saw Lena at the wedding reception. She was nineteen, barely legal and she was wearing a dress that made me forget I was supposed to be looking at her mother.

I'd spent six months avoiding her.

Six months pretending I didn't notice the way she bit her lip when she was nervous. Six months pretending I didn't crave her when she came out dressed in shorts that exposed her thigh and loosened shirts that exposed part of her t**s.

I'd seen everything and I'd done nothing.

Until tonight.

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I pulled into the driveway at 10:47 PM.

The house was dark except for the living room TV which was flickering, low voices, the clink of bottles. Oliver's friends, probably. My son and Lena.

I sat in the car for a long moment watching the house. Watching the shadow move across the upstairs window, her shadow.

She's awake.

She's waiting.

For what?

I didn't know. But I was about to find out.

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The front door was unlocked.

I stepped inside. The living room was a mess — pizza boxes, beer bottles, three young men sprawled across the couches.

Marcus looked up. "Mr. V!" He scrambled to sit up. "We didn't know you were coming back”

"Obviously." My voice was flat. "Where's Oliver?"

"Bathroom," Ethan said, jerking his head toward the hall.

"And Lena?"

They exchanged glances.

"Her room, I think," Marcus said carefully. "She's been up there all night."

Up there all night.

Alone.

"You guys should leave now, its already late"

"Sure,"

They stood up and left. I made sure to lock the entrance door before climbing the stairs because I didn't want any disturbance tonight.

She's all mine now and i couldn't wait to have a taste of her p***y.

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The hallway was dark. I walked past Oliver's room, it was empty. Past the bathroom, still empty. Past the door that led to Lena's room.

It was open.

Just a crack.

And I could see her.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, phone in hand, biting her nails. Looking like she was waiting for someone.

For Oliver?

For someone else?

For me?

I stood there in the shadows, watching her. She hadn't seen me or she didn't know I was there.

She typed something on her phone then she threw it on the bed. Then she picked it up again and read whatever reply came through.

Her face flushed, thighs pressed together and then, she stood up, walked to the door and pulled it open.

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She froze.

"Julian?" Her voice cracked. "You're… you're back?"

"Your mother's sick." I stepped closer. "I came to pack her things."

She didn't move.

"You… you heard? In the car?" Her eyes darted past me toward the stairs. "I…. Oliver…"

"I know." I kept my voice low. "I know about you and Oliver."

She went pale and then she did something I didn't expect.

She stepped forward.

"Are you angry?" she asked. Her voice was so quiet. "Because if you are…"

"I'm not angry."

"... you have every right to be…wait." She blinked. "You're not?"

I reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her face. She flinched but she didn't pull away.

"I've been watching you for six months, waiting for you" I said. "Six months. Do you understand what that does to a man?"

"Julian….Oliver —"

"Is downstairs." I pressed my forehead to hers. "And he doesn't know I'm here. But he's about to."

"Julian, what are you —"

"A choice."

I pulled back and looked at her.

"You can send me away," I said. "You can say no. I'll go. I'll pretend this never happened”

She shook her head. "That's not —"

"Or." I stepped closer. "You can let me in."

She stared at me and then I heard it.

Footsteps.

Coming up the stairs.

Oliver was coming.

Lena's eyes darted past me and dropped toward the stairs, toward the footsteps growing louder.

She made a choice.

She grabbed my shirt, pulled me into her room and closed the door.

The lock clicked.

Oliver's footsteps stopped outside.

Then came a knock.

"Lena?" Oliver's voice. "Lena, I know you're in there. I saw Dad's car, he's home. Open the door."

Lena looked at me. I looked at her. Her hand was on the lock.

And she was smiling.