Romanced by my Billionaire Stepbrother

He wants me. I avoid him.

He's forbidden. He's my stepbrother. I shouldn't want him the way I do.

I shouldn't want to throw myself at him and become lost in the heat of his kisses. I shouldn't want to press my body against his and lose myself in our friction.

But someone please explain it to my heart because I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this.

I don't know how much longer I can resist...

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It was quiet, as if nothing else in the world existed. There was no music, no wedding now, just him touching me.

I opened for him.

It was only a slight parting of my lips but it was enough and he immediately found his way in.

His tongue slipped into my mouth and I could have died right there from the pleasure of it.

I moaned a deep sound in my throat as his tongue stroked against mine, teaching me the rhythm of his kiss.

The DJ’s voice boomed through the speakers, “Would the best man please come to the stage.”

It was time for our speeches.

Suddenly reality sucked me back in and I was grounded.

I could feel my feet on the floor, the hard wall against my back, and my fingers clutching at his jacket.

He didn't seem to care about the request and pressed into me.

His hard length pushed me into the wall and I could feel his every groove, his every ridge. His hardness.

It felt so right to be in his arms, locked in a kiss that kept getting deeper and deeper.

Our tongues moved in harmony as we tasted and savored each other.

“Mr. Charles Blackman, your presence is requested at the stage.”

I remembered thinking that at any second, someone would find us. They would see us embracing and passionately kissing. If we were caught, it would ruin the perfect wedding.

It would destroy all of us.

I stopped clutching at him and pushed at his chest.

It didn’t budge him an inch.