Chapter 12
Brandon had barely managed to set up his study in the past hour and a half that he had been in there. His trunks of books lay open by the door and now he had settled himself behind his large oak desk. A half-drunk glass of Single Malt swirled in his hand, as he tried to iron out the thoughts in his head.
Jo was in the same house as him. She was his new step daughter. Everything had happened so fast, that he didn’t have the time to think. Now, that he had a quiet hour and a half to himself, he still couldn’t come up with a solution.
What was he supposed to do? He should have left the moment he saw her in their living room, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tear himself away from her. The burning attraction between them was still going strong. He still wanted her.
The soft knock on his study door snapped him out of his thoughts.
He had been leaning back on his chair and he quickly straightened himself up. Was it Alice? Her knock was never this soft.
“Come in,” he called out and when the door opened, he saw Jo step delicately into the room. She was quick to turn and lock the door behind her.
“I wanted to have a word,” she said and in the dim light of the study, he saw her blue eyes looking icy cold. Her face was set firmly, and she was carrying herself stiffly. Despite all that, she looked sexy as Hell. His gaze dropped immediately to her breasts. Her silk blouse was like butter melting around her torso, her pale skin looked smooth and translucent in the dim light.
“Yes, that would be wise,” he said and Jo stepped towards him.
“Where is your mother?” he asked her and he watched as she tucked stray strands of red hair behind her ears. Her cheeks were still flushed and she was still trying to avoid his eyes; even though they were the only ones in the room.
“She said she was going to bed, that was forty-five minutes ago. I waited in my room and came here only when I could hear her snoring,” Jo said and stood beside the chair across from his desk.
Brandon took a sip of his whisky and then tipped the glass towards her.
“Drink?” he asked her and she shook her head. He saw how young she was, how they were decades apart in age. When he was with her though, he forgot about that. All he knew was that she was a woman who he was madly attracted to.
“I just want to talk,” she said and Brandon took in a deep breath.
“Jo, you should know, that I had no idea who you were,” he said and her plump lips pressed together. The lips he wanted to suck on, the mouth he wanted to pry open with his tongue. He jerked his face away from her, because looking at her was making him hard. He could already feel his cock reacting to her presence in the room.
“I believe you. It was just a horrible coincidence. I didn’t even know that mom had married again, leave alone married to you!” she said and he watched her lick her lips.
“Okay, so we can just leave it at that then? It was just a horrible coincidence?” he asked, and realized that his voice had turned hoarse. He hadn’t even expected to see her again, leave alone have this conversation with her.
Jo tucked in some imaginary hair behind her ears and turned her face to the carpet.
“Yes, I suppose we should,” she said.
Brandon stared at her through the silence that followed. She was still standing beside the chair, and the more he watched her, the more his cock grew in his pants. He wished she would just leave so that he could relieve himself. Now that he could never have her, fantasies of her would have to suffice.
Jo looked up at him suddenly and he noticed that her blue eyes had gotten wider.
“But…” she said and he studied her face intently.
“But?” he urged her on and Jo took a few steps around the desk. Brandon shifted in his chair, aware that she would be able to see the raging erection in his pants if she came any closer.
“But, I still want you, Brandon,” she said and he took in a deep breath.
“You ran away from me last night”
“I was being foolish. I thought that by running away, I could stop wanting you,” she replied, walking around the desk and closer to him now.
“I’ll leave then. First thing tomorrow morning,” he said firmly and their eyes met. Jo had walked closer to him. He knew she could see his boner, and for a few moments, she allowed her gaze to remain on his crotch. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore, what was the point?
“Do you want me too?” she asked and he felt like he was choking up.
“There is nothing more that I want right now, than you, Jo!” he said and she gulped.
In silence, he watched as she knelt down on the carpet and then got on her hands. He was still in shock as he saw her crawling towards him.
“Jo…” he breathed her name, as she came to a stop right at his knees. Her face was at level with his lap, she was craning her face up to look at him.
“Don’t say anything, Brandon, please. Just let me do this for you and then maybe we can move on,” she said and he knew he had no power in him to resist. She was the first woman he had met who had this kind of a hold on him, and he was helpless against it.