Spoiled Rich - (Spoiled Rich Series, Book 2): A Stepbrother Billionaire Romance

This is the second installment of the five-part erotic novel series, Spoiled Rich.

The long-lashed seductress with the sleek, pin-straight hair and the alluring beauty mark on her chin had angled her camera from above, capturing her left breast in one hand, her puffy, tawny nipple clamped between the gap of her fingers. My legs shifted underneath me, making room for the growing bulge in my boxers.
“Can I see you? Snap a pic for me, come on.”
Before I could even think about granting her request, the door to my room opened slowly. The tablet instantly greased out of my hands in my panic, hurriedly exiting the chat window.
“Sofia?” I gasped, my voice cracking.
My jaw tumbled open like a ventriloquist dummy's hanging wooden mouth as I took in every inch of her body. Clothed only in a black, lacy bustier corset showcasing her delicate waist and the jiggling, porcelain white of her tits, I froze. God, Sofia was so stunning, it hardly seemed fair. She truly was one of the most exquisite creatures I'd ever laid eyes on. It felt like it was the first time I was actually looking at Sofia lately, something I couldn't really explain. I finally noticed how her trademark bob she'd kept at shoulder's length all these years had now grown past her shoulders, the natural waves of her cherry-copper locks coiling around the silhouette of her amazing tits. As she raked a hand through her tresses and tousled it across her smoky, come-hither expression, shutting the door with a gentle kick of her leg, I just about melted. With all this bullshit going on, Sofia was still the only one who could silence me with a single stare and send jolts of paralyzing electricity coursing through my body.
“Sofia?” I repeated, my pulse kicking into acceleration as I mumbled, “It's a little late, don't you –”
“Shh,” came my stepsister's only reply, quieting my trepidation with one tiny, little wink.