Hot For My Step Uncle

CONTENTS Hot For My Step-Uncle NEWSLETTER Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Epilogue Epilogue Epilogue Epilogue The Australian’s Obsession Inking the Soldier Top Reads NEWSLETTER A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS LAIRDS & LADIES RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS INKED BY LOVE TEXT ME YOU LOVE ME Collaborations About the Author HOT FOR MY STEP-UNCLE AN AGE GAP, CURVY GIRL ROMANCE _______________________ A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 324 FLORA FERRARI Copyright © 2023 by Flora Ferrari All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers. HOT FOR MY STEP-UNCLE If they gave out prizes for bad daughters, I’d get the gold medal. Mom finally found her dream man, and what do I do? Kiss his brother at the wedding. Okay, so Miles kissed me. Then, as soon as the soul-searing kiss was over, he stepped away as though it was a mistake. He’s all I’ve thought about since the wedding over a year ago—plenty of time to dwell on the guilt, the taboo, the wrongness of what we did. At least he regrets it. He didn’t speak to me for the rest of the wedding reception. Now Miles is back. I don’t plan on the steaminess, but things get out of hand one night. Miles won’t stop. I don’t want him to. My step-uncle finds every excuse to be with me, and it’s not like I’m putting up a fight. What happens when Mom finds out? Will I ruin her chance at happiness or mine? I can’t have it both ways, can I? * Hot For My Step-Uncle is an insta-everything standalone insta-love romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger. NEWSLETTER Get a free, new, original story NOW by joining my mailing list and staying subscribed. CLICK HERE >> Get a FREE book now CHAPTER ONE Layla I’m talking to myself. Not out loud. I’m not that crazy… yet. In my head, I tell myself that this doesn’t have to be awkward. Miles is coming to stay with us. My step-uncle, the man I should have zero feelings about. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about Mom’s wedding to his brother a year ago, when Miles and I ran into each other in a quiet corner of the large garden where they held the reception. He seemed huge as he stood over me. That’s because he is huge, but he seemed even bigger as he stared down, his intense blue eyes fixated completely on me, his lips curved into a smirk, his body throbbing through his suit as if all his muscles were suddenly going to erupt. It shocked me when he started to lean toward me. “I can’t help myself.” His voice was so husky. He was so close that I felt his breath on my face as he got nearer and nearer. I knew it was wrong. Mom and Noah were already married. Miles was already my step-uncle. He knew it was wrong too, but not right away. First was the kiss—the most explosive moment of my life. He passionately pushed his lips against mine, and I returned the kiss, knowing I should stop. I couldn’t, not when I felt his lips, the pleasure spawning within me. His hands smoothed down my body. I know I haven’t got the perfect body in the modern-day sense, but I’ve always been quietly proud of my appearance. I’d always dreamed of somebody appreciating my curves. Still, I never expected somebody like Miles to want me. Twice my age, ripped, with neat silver hair proclaiming his maturity. He’s over twice my age. He’ll be forty-three now. I’m twenty. I was nineteen when we kissed. His hands found my hips and squeezed possessively. Just as I began to give myself to the kiss—throwing my arms around him, leaning up, pushing my body against his—he stumbled away. His eyes refocused as though seeing me for the first time and only just realizing what he was doing. “I’m sorry,” he said in a tone that made me doubt his words. Was he really sorry, or did he know he should’ve been? Did he know Mom deserves happiness, and this could wreck it? With that, he spun, walked away, and left me to wonder if I’d just imagined the whole thing. “Layla, are you okay?” I look up from the armchair, jolted from my thoughts. My lips tingle in memory of the contact, the closeness that won’t quit. It’s Noah. My stepdad is shorter than his big brother, his hair longer and messier, but still the same shade of silver. He has Miles’ blue eyes, one reason it’s been so difficult to look at him this past year. Whenever we talk, my memories drag me back to the wedding, the stolen kiss, and returning to the party after throwing looks over at Miles. He ignored me for the rest of the night. I’ve wondered countless times if he was drunk when he kissed me, though I didn’t smell booze on him. “I promise. Miles won’t cause us any issues,” Noah goes on, grinning, oblivious to the fact we already have caused an issue. “Once the work is done on his new house, we’ll return