Chapter 42: Role Play

Nixon Walker cupped one of Briana Lyson's breasts, while his other hand roamed her flat belly, gliding over her smooth, silky skin. A tremor ran through her. She covered her face with one hand and, with the lightest pressure, caught his wrist with the other, as if to stop him. "Don't… Uncle, don't." That one word-"Uncle"-nearly undid Nixon. Briana Lyson was a few years older than he was, yet as she whimpered and called him "Uncle," it felt perfectly natural. If anything, it suited her. Since...