STORY 8: GRINDING ON MY STEPSON (I)

Chapter 1 Elizabeth's POV I stood in the doorway watching Daniel pack his clothes into the suitcase. His back was to me, his broad shoulders shifting with each movement as he folded his shirts. His arms flexed every time he smoothed the fabric out, veins standing out on his forearms, and my eyes wouldn’t stop following the lines of his body. The thin gray T-shirt he wore clung to him, showing every shape of muscle beneath, and for a second, I forgot to breathe. Why the hell was I staring at him like this? He bent to grab something from the floor, and my eyes went straight to the way his jeans stretched over his ass. Heat rushed through my body so quickly I had to squeeze my thighs together, my breath catching before I could stop it. I hated myself for looking, hated myself for feeling this, but my body didn’t care about right or wrong. It only knew what it wanted. My chest tightened and my nipples pressed against the soft fabric of my dress, aching for attention. I crossed my arms over