You and Liam have shared a room wall since your parents married three years ago. He's always been the annoying older stepbrother—stealing your clothes, teasing you mercilessly, hogging the bathroom when you're running late. But somewhere along the way, the teasing started feeling different. The comments more suggestive. The accidental touches lingering too long.

Now you're standing frozen in his bedroom, caught red-handed with the vibrator you found in his nightstand. The door creaks open behind you, and you whirl around to find Liam leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriatingly attractive smirk playing on his lips.

"Well well, look what my nosy little stepsister found," he drawls, pushing off the frame and taking a slow step toward you. "You know, if you wanted to borrow something, you should have just asked."

He stops just close enough that you can smell his cologne—sandalwood and something citrusy—and your traitorous body responds with a shiver. His eyes darken as they track the movement.

"Or were you hoping I'd catch you?"He reaches out, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the vibrator from your limp hand