What？My Stepson Is My First Love！

Chapter 3

I reached down to stop him, but Eric ignored me and grew bolder, his rough fingers slipping in and out of me.

All the desire I'd been suppressing surged to the surface. I tightened around his fingers and ached for more.

"You can't do this," I whispered.

I kept telling him no, but my body had already betrayed me. I sagged against the counter, tipped my head back, and struggled for breath.

Footsteps sounded outside the bar, breaking the tension in an instant.

Eric slowed and turned toward the sound.

As the footsteps drew closer, my head cleared. I tried to push Eric away, but he lifted me and carried me into a dark corner beyond the cabinet's glow.

In the shadows, he turned me so my back was to him and pressed me against the wall.

I didn't dare make a sound. My heart hammered as the footsteps approached.

His erection pressed hard against my backside. I shuddered and braced myself against the wall, afraid to move.

'How could Eric be this reckless? If anyone caught us, my husband would throw us both out!'

I reached behind me to push Eric away, but he caught my wrist, drew both arms behind me, and pinned my wrists together with one hand.

"That's strange. I could have sworn I finished cleaning in here. Who opened a bottle and left it out?"

The housekeeper's voice carried through the bar, and Eric's erection hardened even more against me.

Fear held me perfectly still. I barely dared to breathe.

Eric only became bolder. He pulled my robe off again, then kissed and bit along my shoulders and back. One hand kept my wrists pinned behind me while the other kneaded my breast.

The housekeeper stood in the light, recorking the bottle and putting it away, while Eric fondled me in the shadows.

I was torn between panic and desire. I prayed the housekeeper would leave quickly and that Eric wouldn't push things too far.

Yet as his erection rubbed slowly between my thighs, a secret craving stirred inside me.

For years, I had been left unsatisfied, and I had never forgotten what it felt like to be with Eric.

I knew those thoughts were wrong, so I had buried them for years.

Now he was right behind me, and everything I had tried to forget was suddenly within reach.

I squeezed my thighs tighter and raised my hips on instinct, desperate to take him inside me.

"You want me, don't you?"

A shiver ran through me. Only then did I realize the housekeeper had already left.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm going back upstairs. If your dad catches us, we'll both pay for it."

"And which one of us would really suffer if he found out?" Eric pressed me harder against the wall, his voice rough. "You're afraid you'll walk away with nothing, aren't you? You really do love money."

I had no answer. I couldn't even deny it.

Eric's hot breath brushed the back of my neck. He pressed the tip of his erection against my entrance, eased in just enough to make me gasp, and then pulled back.

"You married into the family, and Dad has been generous to you. I suppose I should do my part too."

His hand slid lower and circled my most sensitive spot until desire burned through me.

"I might as well help out where I can. For example, I can make up for what Dad can't give you."