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Chapter 6

Brandon

I walk in the study and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I reflect on the time we spent together today. She was so lovingly attentive and patient with Ethan. He adores her. Ethan is another reason I’m hesitant about ever pursuing a serious relationship. I don’t know if I can trust any woman enough to genuinely care for my son, and his well being and happiness come before all else for me. But I know he longs for a mother figure and I think it’s why he gravitates towards Audrey. It hurt me that he lost his mother when Taylor died. The only mother he’ll ever have. And since he was too young to understand what he had lost, I grieved for him. And I think without even knowing, he looks to women for that warmth and affection. I’ve seen plenty of instances where people remarry and the stepmother is evil and I’ll be damned if I let anyone treat him poorly. He has me and his grandparents anyways. And he has Audrey. She may not be his mother, but she’s his mother’s sister and I know her love and care for him is real. God, I wanted to kiss her so bad last night. And there were moments throughout the day I caught myself wanting to hold her hand. That satin nightgown and her bare skin sent hot lust drumming through my veins. I toss back the rest of my glass and decide to head to bed since I return to work tomorrow. I was glad she arrived so quickly on such short notice. Too much time away from the office isn’t ideal and sets me back. I turn out the light and lay in silence.

“Brandon?” I sit up in disbelief and excitement. “Audrey? What are you doing in here?” I grate out. She’s in her dusky pink satin robe and I catch a glimpse of a lacy white bra peeking out. I internally groan. She crawls up from the end of my bed. My c**k is so hard it’s painful and I swallow in anticipation. “Audrey? What are you doing?” “Shh.” f**k. She settles herself between my legs on her knees and slips my erection out of my briefs. We shouldn’t do this, I should stop her. Who am I kidding? I want this. I want her. We’re two single, consenting adults. This doesn’t have to be a big deal, right? Her face is settled above my groin, her eyes locked on mine and her long brown hair resting along my thighs. She leans in and swirls her tongue around the tip. I hiss as she wraps her hot mouth around the tip and draws me into her mouth. “Ohh.” I moan. I slide my fingers in her hair and swear under my breath. I slightly thrust my hips and my body tenses until I wake up with a start. Disappointment washes over me when I realize it was just a dream. Audrey would never be so bold as to walk into my room uninvited. This woman has managed to infiltrate even my dreams. I bring back the image of her mouth on my c**k. I groan and fist my shaft erratically in frustration until I come. Feeling satisfied, I’m able to fall back to sleep.