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Excerpt:

“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“I’m a wicked witch.” She curtsied, flipping the tiny black lace skirt she wore too damn high up her thigh for my liking. “It’s Halloween. Ease off, old man.”
She winked once, crossing her arms, enhancing her large, round breasts ready for a battle.
As her stepuncle, I couldn’t help feeling protective. As a man, I couldn’t help wanting to snatch her over my shoulder and haul her off to my cave.
My brother’s stepdaughter, Leigh, had been getting deep under my skin since the moment we’d met at the wedding. She was stubborn to the core, outspoken to a fault, and was very often in need of a punishment with the way she made my body react to her.
“You’re a wicked brat in need of a spanking if you ask me.”
Leigh’s icy gaze held mine. The fact that she was twenty-one years my junior didn’t seem to faze her a bit. “What’s that, Asher?”
She made my cock hard and my balls burn like she’d taken a baseball bat to them. I’d only come to town for this damn overblown Halloween party my brother liked to throw every year. He’d been beating me over the head with this tradition since we were kids, I was better off skipping Christmas dinner than the annual Hunt Halloween Bash.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t thought my way around how best to avoid her while I was here though.
Leigh Everett.
All grown-up and standing in front of me now in the shortest excuse for a costume I’d ever seen.
“You heard me, Wicked Brat.” I edged a little closer, invading her space.
She pushed her pert little lips out as if I’d annoyed her, but then it turned from pout to a cocked grin. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Asher.”
She licked her lips, gaze trailing across my face.
I must have looked weather-worn and aged like old leather compared to what she saw in the mirror every day. Her skin was creamy soft, a ripe sight for my eyes and begging for just a small touch.
“Salt and pepper looks good on you.” She grazed the pad of her thumb across my temple.
Fuck. Cool it, I said inside my head, doing my best to keep control when she was this fucking close.
“Don’t test me, kid,” I growled with warning. She didn’t know what kind of fire she was playing with.
“Or what?” Her smile was teasing, and her caramel honey scent was invading my senses and battering my insides with the need to have her again.
“The last time you were this close, my hands were on you.” The memory I’d been trying to choke out surfaced finally. The need to trail my tongue along her hammering heart felt like a damn vise grip to my balls.
“I was only eighteen. My memory could be faulty, but I seem to remember more than just your hands on my skin.” Her words were soft and breathy, meant to destroy me.

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