It’s humiliating to want someone you can’t have. It’s even more humiliating when that person is your stepbrother… Moving to New York City is scary. Starting over at a new college is intimidating. And then, my first night in town, the unthinkable happens. Someone snatches my purse, mugs me, leaves me shattered and shaking. There’s literally only one person in New York City whose number I have, and I haven’t seen him in three years. But he’d come. I know he’d come. He always comes. Practically the first words out of his mouth when he sees “The reason I had to leave home was because I was afraid of what might happen between us if I didn’t.” And now my entire core is throbbing, my p*ssy suddenly drenched as I realize that this is real. This is actually f*cking happening. Finally, my gorgeous totally untouchable stepbrother is leaning in, and kissing me. And it’s hotter and sweeter than I could ever have imagined. I am in big, big trouble…