In love with my stepdad: Forbidden desires unleased

The gym was silent, the faint buzz of the overhead lights the only sound until Andrea pushed through the door. Her heels clicked against the floor, each step purposeful, confident, commanding attention. Joe, bent over the counter, looked up, and the moment his eyes met hers, the room seemed to shrink.

"Lucky I didn't close yet," Joe said, setting down his pen, his voice low and smooth.

Andrea's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "Hey, Joe."

His gaze lingered on her, a flicker of something heated sparking in his eyes. "It's been a while. I was starting to think you forgot about me."

Andrea tilted her head, her hair cascading over her shoulder. "I've been... busy. Working on my next move."

He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, the sleeves of his shirt tightening over his biceps. "Next move? Why don't you show me?"

Her smile deepened as she stepped forward, her jacket slipping from her shoulders and floating to the ground like silk. Beneath it, a tight crop top clung to her, accentuating every curve, and her shorts rode high, showing off the smooth expanse of her legs. She didn't miss the way his eyes darkened, his breath catching ever so slightly.

"I need you to partner with me," she said, her voice soft but charged, a challenge lingering in the air.

Joe's brow arched. "Partner with you?"

Her gaze didn't waver. She stepped closer, close enough that the scent of her perfume—sweet and heady—wrapped around him. "Partner with me."

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he pushed off the counter. "Alright. Let's see what you've got."

Andrea walked to the speaker, her hips swaying with each step, and commanded, "Siri, play 'Espresso' by Sabrina Carpenter."

The music surged, the beat vibrating through the room, and Andrea turned back to him. She reached for his hands, pulling them to her waist, her fingers brushing his as she guided him. His touch was warm, his grip firm, and the contact sent a shiver racing down her spine.

They began to move together, the rhythm dictating their steps. Andrea's hips rolled against him, her body pressing into his as if testing his resolve. Joe's hands slid instinctively lower, resting on the curve of her hips, his fingers tightening just enough to draw a soft gasp from her lips.

She spun in his arms, her body brushing his, their faces so close that her breath fanned across his lips. Her eyes, dark and smoldering, held his captive as she lifted a hand, tracing it slowly up his chest.

Joe swallowed hard, his composure slipping. "You're dangerous, you know that?"

Andrea smirked, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "And you love it."

She turned again, her back flush against his chest, and pressed herself into him. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, as her hips ground against him in time with the music. Joe's breath hitched, his hands sliding down her sides, grazing her thighs, then back up to her waist, where he gripped her tighter.

"Don't stop," she murmured, her head tilting back to rest against his shoulder.

Joe's lips hovered near her neck, his warm breath sending a cascade of goosebumps across her skin. "I wasn't planning to."

He trailed one hand lower, cupping her thigh and lifting it around his waist. His fingers pressed into her skin, firm yet gentle, as his other hand slid up, brushing the bare skin beneath her crop top. Andrea's breath hitched, her body arching instinctively into his touch.

Her hands moved behind her, tangling in his hair as she let out a soft, unrestrained moan. The sound ignited something in him, and his lips brushed against her neck, leaving a trail of warmth that made her knees weak.

"Joe," she whispered, her voice breathless, needy.

"Say it again," he murmured, his hand sliding lower, tracing the curve of her leg before moving inward, his touch teasing, deliberate.

Andrea shuddered, her body trembling under his hands. "Joe…"

As his hand inched higher, her mind spun, her senses drowning in the heat of his touch. But just when the tension reached its peak, Andrea pulled away, slipping from his grasp.

Joe froze, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with frustration and unfulfilled desire. "You're cruel," he rasped, his voice low and strained.

Andrea turned, her lips curved into a playful, wicked smile. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing up his chest before she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.

"Good things come to those who wait," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

She stepped back, leaving him standing there, his hands clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling as he fought to regain control. Andrea turned to the speaker, her hips swaying provocatively as the song faded into the background.

Joe stared after her, his jaw tight, his body aching for more. "You're impossible," he muttered under his breath, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

"And you love it," she called over her shoulder, her voice light and teasing as she disappeared into the locker room, leaving him alone with the lingering heat of her presence.

"That was intense," Joe said, his voice low and steady, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of nervous energy. A faint smirk played at the corner of his lips. "And I like intense," he added, his tone dropping just enough to hint at something deeper.

"Good thing," she replied, her voice soft yet teasing, the faintest arch of her brow inviting him to say more.

Joe shifted on his feet, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words. His fingers brushed the back of his neck, a tell of uncertainty that only made her smile widen. "So..." he began, the single syllable trailing off like an unfinished thought.

She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume—warm and subtly sweet—drifting between them. Her head tilted ever so slightly, her eyes catching the light with an undeniable spark. "So...?" she echoed, her tone playful, coaxing him out of his hesitation.

Joe swallowed, his gaze briefly dropping to the curve of her lips before darting back to her eyes. "Why don't you come over to my place? I'll, uh... make you breakfast," he said, his words coming out quickly, as though afraid he might lose his nerve.

Andre felt a surge of warmth ripple through her chest, a thrill she fought hard to keep from showing. Instead, she let her smile grow, her lips parting just enough to reveal a hint of teeth. "Breakfast, hmm?" she mused, her voice dripping with suggestion. She leaned in slightly, her fingers brushing the edge of his sleeve. "I do love a good meal. You sure you know how to... cook?"

Joe's breath hitched, and for a moment, he seemed caught between words. Then, his smile broke free—wide, confident, and laced with mischief. "You bet I do," he said, his voice steady now, the promise in his tone unmistakable.

She chuckled, a low, melodic sound that made his pulse quicken. With a knowing glance, she gestured toward the street, her body language as fluid as her words. "Lead the way, then."

He held the door open for her as they stepped into the night, their steps falling into sync. The faintest brush of her arm against his sent sparks dancing up his skin. Neither spoke, but the air between them buzzed with unspoken promises and simmering anticipation as they made their way toward Joe's place.