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  “You’re late, Miss Albright,” Owen said to her as she stepped through the door of the teacher’s lounge.

  “I know, I know…” she waved him off with a sign. “Yes, I know I’m late.”

  He glared at her, then picked up his bags and headed for his own classroom. He still hadn’t forgiven her for “royally messing up,” (as he put it) and failing to get a donation from Mr. McAllister. She hadn’t had the heart to tell him the truth.

  And, so now she was running late.

  She was late.

  Oh. Shit.

  She was LATE.

  * * *

  Jenny stared at the pregnancy test, the two lines seemed to mock her. She had run out at lunch and picked it up only to confirm what she knew deep in her heart.

  She was pregnant.

  Pregnant with her stepbrother’s baby.

  Thank God the kids were at recess so they wouldn’t be able to see the tears running down her face.

  “Jenny Albright?”

  A voice at the door to her classroom broke through her frenzied thoughts. She tried to collect herself.

  “Yes?”

  “Miss Albright, we’ve been trying to reach you.” The man at the door wore an impeccably tailored suit, and he handed her his card. “John Barton, of Barton Construction & Design, LLC. We’ve left voicemails, sent letters, and we never heard back.”

  “I’m sorry—,” Jenny said, her voice filled with confusion. “Why are you looking for me?” She had been deleting all voicemails and sending back any letters she didn’t recognize, knowing they were from Liam, who tried daily to reach her.

  “Mr. McAllister says we can’t move forward without your approval—“

  “You can tell Mr. McAllister that I’m not inter—Wait, I’m sorry, my approval? For what?”

  The man handed her a large portfolio. “For this…” He opened it and pointed to the first page. “Albright Academy.”

  Jenny looked at where he was pointing.

  “Albright Academy. What on earth…”

  The man chuckled. “Yeah, Mr. McAllister has had us working on this project non-stop for over a year. I’ve never seen him get so personally involved in one of our designs.”

  The man continued, as he sorted through his papers, oblivious to the look of horror on Jenny’s face. “I tried to convince him that a Mall or an office building would be a better return on his investment, but he was determined to see this through! I can’t tell you how much we’ve gone over budget with all the upgrades and luxury add-ons he keeps putting in.”

  “Over a year…?” Jenny felt sick.

  “And now we’re just a few months from breaking ground, but I can’t put in the orders I need without your okay. Mr. McAllister was very clear on that. So, could you please?”

  Jenny stared at him uncomprehendingly. “Could I what?”

  “O.K. it! Just sign right here…” He handed her a pen.

  Jenny felt like a zombie, but did as she was told.

  “Thanks very much! I guess you’re the boss now, eh? See you in June when we get started!” He gave her a little bow, and she stared at his retreating figure.

  Her head was spinning and a wave of nausea overcame her as she retched into the wastebasket at her feet.

  Oh, hell, had she misjudged him…

  * * *

  Part VI.

  “I’m here to see Mr. McAllister.” Jenny could not have been more out of place with her plain trousers and button-down shirt, both of which were now much too tight on her, and an old, tattered, hand-me down coat. The receptionist looked like she stepped out of the pages of vogue and she raised an eyebrow at Jenny’s request.

  “Do you have an appointment?”

  Jenny took in a deep breath. “No, but I think— no, I know he’ll want too see me.”

  The receptionist smirked. “I’m afraid if you don’t have an appointment…”

  Jenny leaned over the counter. “I just rode a bus for 5 hours to get to New York City, and I’m not going to leave without seeing Bill— Liam. I’m not going to leave without seeing Liam.”

  “And who shall I say is here to see him.”

  “His sis—I mean, um… No, just tell him that Miss— no, just tell him that Jenny is here. Yes, tell him Jenny is here.” She said firmly.

  “Just ‘Jenny’?” The receptionist’s sneer was unmistakable.

  “Yes, Just Jenny.”

  The woman picked up the phone, and as she wandered away, she could hear her laughing to the person on the other end… “I know… but that’s what she said! I know! I mean, you should see what she’s wearing…what? You’re kidding?” She hung up.

  Jenny turned and looked at her expectantly.

  “Follow me.” She said sullenly, and she showed Jenny to a large imposing office that had floor to ceiling views of the city and that was three times as large as her entire house.

  “Wait here. Mr. McAllister is in a meeting, but he left instructions with his secretary Jeannette that anything from you should be brought to his attention immediately.”

  Jenny nodded and sat down in a plush, overstuffed chair with a view of the harbor. She heard the door close behind her.

  A moment later the door was opened and closed again.

  Silence weighed heavily in the room.

  She heard Liam’s heavy footsteps as he approached her.

  “Jenny.”

  His voice held a thousand different promises.

  She stood and turned, seeing him again as if it was for the first time.

  Gone was the scrawny teenage stepbrother she had known.

  Gone was the handsome and scruffy woodsman who had seduced her several months ago.

  Before her stood the billionaire, master of the universe, Liam McAllister.

  And all she saw on his face was an intense longing for her.

  Her.

  “Billy. Liam.” She spread her hands before her and took a step toward him. “I’m sorry. I was wrong…”

  The words started to tumble out of her— telling him what she had assumed, telling him how wrong she’d been, how stupid and stubborn and pig-headed…

  He closed the distance between them, and shut her mouth with a kiss— a hard, demanding, unyielding kiss.

  “I need you.”

  Jenny’s large dark eyes widened, uncertain that she was really hearing what she thought she was hearing.

  Swiftly, and before Jenny could react, Liam gripped the sides of her shirt, he pulled them apart sending buttons ricocheting across the room. She gasped and attempted to cover herself, attempted to grasp the tattered remnants of her garment, but he was too quick. He stripped her and in one motion he tossed the ugly dress shirt in a rumpled pile on the floor.

  “I won’t lose you again, Jenny.” He held her chin in his hand, forcing her to stare into his steel grey eyes so that she could see how serious he was.

  “Yes,” She whispered. She melted into his arms.

  Her pants joined her shirt in a rumpled heap on the floor, and she stood, nearly naked, plump and perfect before him.

  Liam’s eyes widened as he took her in. She was—she was unexpected, to say the least. Her body was full, yes, but it was a full ripeness, like a peach waiting to be plucked at the height of the summer season, juicy and tender. Somehow her features had become more rounded, even softer. He found her unspeakably beautiful.

  Underneath the drab clothing she had worn were a matching bra and panty set, red lace and satin, and he smiled inwardly at the sight. She had a hidden naughty side, he thought to himself as he appraised her.

  Liam’s hand reached out as he drew closer to her, pressing his clothed body against her nearly naked one. His hands cupped her breasts in their confining undergarment and he caressed them. His stare was bold and he assessed her frankly as he brought her senses to life.

  Her nipples rose in urgent response to his ministrations and her heart beat faster, the maleness of him overwhelming her senses. His hands moved to the back of he
r bra, snapping the clasp, and in seconds her breasts were bare, exposed and vulnerable to his touch.

  Liam grinned rakishly as he took Jenny's left nipple between his teeth. Jenny froze willing herself to be still and prayed that she would somehow survive whatever pleasures Liam had planned for her. She thought she would die of bliss.

  Liam kneaded and pulled her nipples, her right one under his fingers, and her left with his tongue. She looked down at her tormented and engorged nipples and was amazed to see how hard they both were.

  “Ooooooooooooooooo……………” A long slow moan escaped her as she tried to gain control of her breathing. “Liam, please, more.” Jenny begged.

  He complied, suckling on them hard, causing her head to drop back as she was overcome by the pleasure of his touch. Between her thighs she felt a growing heat and wetness from her responding body.

  Liam reached down, sensing her rising desire, and played lightly with his fingertips on the outside of her panties. He wanted to see if Jenny would respond. Within seconds Liam felt Jenny's clit harden and he played with the erect bud through her panties and was Jenny rewarded with spasms of joy.

  "Ooohhhh! Oh! Oh! Please, oh yes…,” Jenny begged breathlessly.

  Liam looked up from between Jenny's legs and watched her as he resumed his attention to his stepsister’s clit. Liam could hear Jenny's whimpers and small cries of enjoyment.

  Jenny noticed her breathing was shallow and rapid, and as Liam continued his touch, she could feel her hips moving involuntary against his fingers. Jenny licked her lips, hungry for him.

  She cried out, lost in the sensations now as Liam caressed her nipples. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming, overcoming any lingering resistance she may have had about their relationship. Jenny knew no man could ever match what her stepbrother made her feel.

  "Oohhh…” Jenny ached for him as a moan escaped her lips. “Liam, oh God, yes…”

  Liam could feel the moisture increasing between her thighs. Pulling down her panties, Liam felt Jenny’s body shudder as her hips started to move and grind toward his fingers.

  He quickly replaced his hand with his tongue and he was rewarded with a guttural moan. Liam darted his tongue in and around of Jenny's pussy, and Jenny responded by bouncing her hips and pushing herself against him, holding his head against her mons, gripping his thick hair.

  "Don’t stop doing that, please don’t stop," Jenny moaned, unable to keep from begging. He knew how to touch her, how to make every part of her shudder with pleasure.

  Liam rose up and claimed her nipples—first one, then the other—with his mouth. The sudden loss of pressure on her clit that was replaced with his hand, combined with the gentle movements of his tongue sent electric waves coursing through her body.

  "Perfect," Liam said with a reverent awe-filled tone, as his fingers replaced his tongue on her clit, and the rhythmic pressure intensified. “You are so Goddamned perfect, do you know that?”

  He gently cradled her chin, forcing her to look up at him before he descended on her and devoured her lips. His kiss was hungry, demanding, and Jenny yielded to him, falling deeper in love with him as softly as rose petals fell under an unceasing rainstorm.

  Liam’s tongue swirled against hers, coaxing her into a rhythmic exchange of senses as his eager hands roamed and caressed her breasts. Jenny could not protect herself from the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body.

  She wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel the rough hardness of his skin against the softness of hers. She wanted--- oh, how she wanted….

  Liam groaned against her, feeling as though he was losing himself in her, unfamiliar with the sensation. Her smell, her taste, her gentleness—he wanted to claim her, brand her, make her his own.

  She belonged to him.

  He felt her melting against him, and he grasped her hand, putting it on his rock hard cock so that she could feel what she had done to him.

  Jenny understood his unspoken command, and with the same dexterity with which he had removed her clothes, she divested him of his. She pushed aside the expensive Armani suit jacket, uncaring of the expense as she flung it aside. Her fingers danced over the buttons of his shirt, eager to access the flesh underneath. Her hands at his waistband brushed over the straining cock it confined, and it sprang free as she pushed his pants and underwear from his lean hips in one motion.

  Jenny wrapped her legs around his waist, raising them up as Liam shoved her back on his desk, grasping her hips with one hand and using his other to scatter the contents of his desk to the floor.

  Jenny whimpered a little as Liam inserted first one finger, than another, and then a third finger inside her. He took his thumb and started to massage the delicate bud that he had previously given so much attention to with his tongue.

  Jenny gasped as the sparks of pleasure shot through her body and settled deep in her core as Liam continued to rub her clit with his thumb while he move his fingers in and out of her pussy.

  Jenny returned the favor, grasping his turgid cock between her small delicate hands, amazed at both the size and the vibrancy of his penis as it jumped under her ministering motions.

  “Oh, Jen…my love, my sweet love…” Liam groaned, a sound beginning deep in his throat, low and primal as her fingers jerked him off. When he came he wanted to be buried deep inside her.

  Liam increased his attention to her Jenny’s clit and she started to involuntary contract her hips in unison to Liam's fingers ramming in and out.

  "That’s right, that’s right.” Liam loved watching Jenny lose herself in the sensations he was giving her. He was watching her go mad with desire. Knowing he was the one with the power to make her lose all reason only heightened his own desire. His cock strained for her.

  “Tell me how much you want it.”

  “Oh! Don’t—don’t stop… Oh! What are you doing to me…” Jenny’s cries mingled with Liam’s guttural moans. “Yes, Oh, yes, oh, please, please, please…” She begged, not even knowing what she was begging for, but just knowing that she wanted the sensations she felt to continue forever.

  She wanted her stepbrother like she had never wanted anyone else in her life. No one compared to him.

  Jenny's hips were now moving forward on and off of Liam's three fingers, Liam kept his hand still and watched as she thrust herself against him. Jenny's eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed. He knew she was about to come and he removed his fingers from her pussy before she could find satisfaction.

  "Please, don't stop, oh, please, please, I need—I need more--," Jenny moaned.

  Jenny was a sight with her large breasts full from his earlier attentions, her nipples hard and engorged, and her full, plump thighs spread wantonly across his desk.

  He knew she was close. Her legs were parted and Liam could see how swollen lips of her pussy were and how wet and glistening her small entrance.

  She was ripe and ready for him.

  Liam now stood right in front of Jenny, "Tell me what you need,” he ordered her, his voice heavy with desire.

  She watched him through half-lidded eyes, seeing him the way he saw her— the past, the present, and the future, all in one. Both of them, together, forever intertwined.

  "Please, oh please… I need you to touch me," Jenny begged, her eyes locked on his as her hands continued pulling on his rock hard cock.

  "Beg me,” Liam ordered, with a whisper and a smile as he leaned over her, breathing heavily against her ear. She shivered against him, reaching up, lining to him.

  Jenny was desperate. Her slit ached from the emptiness and her breasts were tingling with excitement. Jenny fought for the words that would bring him into her, for the words that would continue the pleasure she sought. “Please! Billy, I need you,” Jenny said achingly.

  Jenny could not take her eyes from Liam's enormous cock and she shivered with excitement as he lightly touched the lips of her pussy and spread her petals.

  She felt strong fingers spreading her apart, preparing
her for the thrust that would take her over the edge with pleasure. His cock was pointed at the entrance of her sheath, ready to take her, ready to find his home within her.

  Home.

  Jenny gasped and moaned as she felt the head of Liam's cock slide into her pussy.

  Jenny’s breathing was labored, her sweet nipples pointing upward, brushing gently against his chest as she gasped, “Yes… yes….”

  Liam groaned, leaning her further back on his desk, spreading her thighs wider. He leaned forward, his face buried in her hair, curls which had come loose and wild. He should stop, he told himself. He should stop, and be the better man, and make her come before he took his pleasure— but the thoughts were lost as slowly Jenny’s hips came to life under his.

  Liam remained still, his hands on each of Jenny's hips holding her in place, and he felt her start to undulate against him. Jenny could feel the walls of her tight pussy contracting around Liam's massive cock, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

  It was happening again. That electric feeling building in her pussy and breasts and she started to shiver, moving her hips to slide Liam’s hard dick in and out of her cunt. Liam forced his weight onto Jenny, joined to her at their most intimate parts, and shoved deep inside her, trying to force himself ever and ever higher.

  "Oh, so good, sooooo good!” Jenny gasped, clutching him to her frantically, kneading his ass under her hands, clinging to him, writhing against him.

  God, how he loved this woman. Her sweet wild, wantonness, her gentle spirit, her giving heart. He loved everything about her.

  Jenny was on the edge of a precipice and felt like she just needed a shove and it would take her either to her death, or she would grow wings and fly. An explosion was coming, and she couldn’t—didn’t want to—stop it.

  Liam caressed Jenny's breasts again, teasing the taut nipples, driving her wild with desire.

  Liam pounded his cock in and out of Jenny's slick wetness, her breasts swaying with each thrust, the hard edge of his desk biting into her backside.

  "Oh Liam! oh please, oh, I want it…" Jenny begged as Liam groaned once more against her forehead. He rained kisses down on her eyes, her nose, and finally claimed her lips in a searing, hot embrace.