This takes modern family to a whole new fucking level. Literally.
But that's not the worst of it.
Not by a long shot.
See, almost every sizzling sinful moment of what happened between the three of us gets me hard. But what's starting to get my cock twitching uncontrollably is far, far worse.
But it's so fucking hot it makes me not care where the fuck I am. To just whip out my dick and start jerking it till I cum is all I want to do when I think about it.
What is it?
The thought of not just having Natalie, but having Drake as well.
That's right.
I want to fuck my stepsister. And m
y stepdad. At the same fucking time.
It's sick.
It's fucking wrong.
It's forbidden on so many levels.
This is the kind of shit the Romans used to do. That had priests and scholars fear that the sun was going to fall out of the sky.
It's like the demon of lust has nested in my soul. Corrupted me with wicked fucking thoughts.
Don't roll your eyes at me, okay? That's entirely what it feels like.
"I have Drake Carlton here to see you, Sloane," Cheryl's voice comes out across the intercom.
What the fuck? Speak of the fucking devil.
"Excuse me?" I answer back, my voice barely a croak.
I can hear her pick up the phone at her desk as well.
"Drake is waiting at reception. I just got the call," she says to me over the phone. "What should I do?"
I pause for a long moment.
Two weeks ago, I would've told Cheryl to send him the fuck back. I would have nothing to fucking say to that man.
But that was then.
Things are a lot different now.
"Send him in," I say into the intercom and then hang up.
What could Drake want? It must be something important. Important enough for him to come up to Midtown all the way from Wall Street.
The door to my office opens and Drake Carlton walks in.
He looks at me, as if he's walking into the lair of an enemy.
But that look fades just as quickly as I see it. And come on, I think I need to cut him some slack on that one. What happened between us two days ago has probably changed things for him too.