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Samantha's plan

He embraced her in a powerful, desperate hold, pressing her hips flush against his own while a low, ragged moan tore from his throat, his breath hot against her neck as he gasped Samantha's name.

She responded instantly, her fingers locking tight around his d**k, squeezing him through his clothes as she whispered frantically that she wanted to suck it like chocolate.

The raw, unfiltered words shattered his remaining restraint, driving the pooling heat in his groin to a dangerous, throbbing peak.

James had always known Samantha was his adopted daughter, a boundary he had strictly maintained throughout her youth.

But after she turned twenty-four, an undeniable, magnetic attraction had taken root. It had grown so consuming that he recently found himself m**********g late into the night, his mind flooded with vivid, forbidden images of her body. He had lived a remarkably isolated life since his divorce, choosing loneliness over the risk of a stepmother mistreating Samantha.

He had completely buried his own desires, yet out of nowhere, a sudden, mutual s****l chemistry had ignited between them, creating a thick, volatile tension that threatened to consume them both.

Reality crashed back over him the moment Samantha dropped to her knees, her warm breath ghosting over his zipper as she prepared to take him into her mouth.

A sudden wave of panic froze his blood at the thought of his son-in-law finding out. Though he couldn't vocalize his fear, Samantha felt his erection instantly soften in her hands and understood. She stood up slowly, her chest heaving as she smoothed down her clothes, taking deep, deliberate breaths to control her racing pulse. The heavy anxiety hanging over them ruined the sudden intimacy, leaving them both aching and unfulfilled. Fighting back tears, she composed herself, opened the door, and walked out, leaving James frozen in sheer confusion.

A few minutes later, James followed her out and sat down by her side, the air between them still thick with unspoken desire. Breaking the heavy silence, Samantha suddenly pressed an airline ticket into his hands, demanding that he accompany her.

When he stammered, trying to explain why he couldn't go, she cut him off with an ultimatum: if he refused to come, she would cancel her plans to move abroad entirely.

James was trapped. Being in close proximity to her meant he would eventually lose control, and his son-in-law, Wilson, would inevitably discover their secret.

He tried to promise he would join her later, but Samantha rejected the idea with growing irritation, demanding to know if he found her body unattractive or if he was secretly interested in someone else.

Before he could answer, Wilson approached them, his expression twisted in irritation.

He demanded to know what James was doing there.

Forcing a fake smile, James lied, claiming he had only come to deliver a dress Samantha had accidentally left behind.

Wilson scoffed, boastfully claiming he could buy dresses far more expensive than any cheap garment James could afford, and ordered Samantha to give it back.

Samantha turned on Wilson, asking how he could welcome her into his life while completely rejecting the home she came from.

James, desperate to prevent a scene, begged her to calm down, but Samantha held the package tightly, declaring she would wear it to the office the very next day. Angered, Wilson turned on his heel and stormed into the departure block alone.

Samantha kept the dress in her luggage bag and grabbed James's hand, her touch sending a jolt through his arm as she pulled him along inside the terminal.

When Wilson realized James was joining them, his anger flared, and he chose to downgrade his seat to the economy cabin rather than sit near his father-in-law.

James offered to take the economy seat instead to keep the peace, but Samantha gripped his hand tightly, her skin warm against his, and forced him into the business-class seat beside her.

James sat in deep discomfort, dreading the reality of living under the same roof as a man who despised him.

This was James's first time ever boarding an airplane. Every single dollar he had earned throughout his life had been saved to pay for Samantha's tuition and clothing.

Sensing his shame, Samantha leaned in close, her scent washing over him as she reassured him that she had purchased his ticket entirely with her own money. James was overwhelmed, a volatile mix of happiness and anxiety drying out his throat.

Later that night, the cabin lights dimmed and the passengers drifted off to sleep. James woke up in the dark, noticing strands of Samantha's hair falling across his shoulder. As he gently reached out to brush them aside, the sight of her face, glowing softly in the faint cabin light, completely captivated him. His gaze drifted to her parted red lips, tempting him, and then down to her cleavage, which rose and fell with each deep, steady breath.

The sight of her bra strap pushed his self-control to the absolute brink. He tried to look away, but his hand moved against his will, his fingertips brushing against the lace of her bra, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline through him.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before sliding his fingers directly into the warm valley of her cleavage, an electric shock vibrating through his entire body.

As he began to move his hand lower, tracing the soft skin, Samantha's eyes slowly fluttered open. Instead of pulling away, she looked up at him with a heavy, hooded gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips. She whispered that he could do whatever he wanted to her, promising she wouldn't stop him. Jerking his hand back in a sudden panic, James quickly apologized, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Samantha simply smiled, told him she never wanted to hear him say sorry again, and shifted her body even closer, pressing her warmth firmly against his side.