Chapter 8 Sizzling Taboo

• “Uncle Chase, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when..."
• She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this insanely erotic effect on me, consider what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched me do, too.
• "I'm not,” I growled outlaid, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did.”