Chapter 4: Unspoken Heat

MARILYN'S POV

Mom later found her way to work, and Steven headed off to soccer practice.

Only I and Frederick were left alone in the house.

I busied myself with the leftover breakfast plates, washing them manually, skipping the dishwasher just to give myself something—anything—to do that would keep me away from him.

FREDERICK'S POV

I, on the other hand, sat in the living room getting bored to death.

I glanced around the space, regret washing over me for not taking Steve up on his offer to join soccer practice.

A sigh pushed from my lungs as I rubbed my face.

My thoughts turned to her—again—and before I could rationalize it, I got up and wandered toward the kitchen.

I paused silently at the doorway, my gaze fixing on Marilyn’s beautiful, curvaceous frame standing by the sink. The soft hum of water, the slight sway of her hips… she didn’t even know how alluring she was.

Why in heaven’s name did the Creator have to sculpt such an impossibly sensual creature?

That body.

That body.

She wasn’t in her nightgown anymore, but what she wore now was arguably worse—for my sanity.

A pink satin blouse, thin-strapped and clinging to her soft curves, bared a teasing stretch of her back all the way down to her midsection. And that short, tight denim skirt? Christ. Her legs—long, smooth, pale silk—drove me mad.

God help me.

Her ass? I shouldn’t even start on that, or I wouldn’t stop.

I tore my eyes away, swearing under my breath, and walked back to the living room. I raked my hands through my hair in frustration.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered. “I shouldn’t be looking at her like that…”

But before I knew it, my feet betrayed me, turning me right back toward the kitchen—and almost colliding with her.

She blinked up at me, not saying a word as she stepped past me and exited.

Fuck.

She was like a goddess walking away, and I just stood there, helpless.

I stared at the half-washed plates and sighed.

I had to do something. I couldn’t stand the way she was avoiding me.

Yeah, I’d been a jerk.

But I didn’t know why it was so damn hard to stop.

I moved to the sink and began washing what she left behind. The clinking of porcelain and the steady hiss of water were the only sounds—until I felt her presence again.

She paused at the doorway.

“What are you doing?” she asked, arching a brow.

I turned and smiled, still scrubbing the last plate. “Helping you wash these, of course.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped in, placing a thick bar of soap at the sink before crossing her arms.

“Thanks, but I never said I needed your help.”

I chuckled, drying my hands slightly on a towel.

“Come on. Stop being so hard on me. I want to help. I don’t like the tension between us—it’s thick enough to cut with a knife.”

She let out a sharp, bitter chuckle.

“Well, glad you finally noticed the tension. Now try guessing who caused it.”

I sighed, my smile fading.

“All right. I’m sorry.”

“Pfft. That’s not going to work.” She moved to brush past me. “Now clear the way, I have—”

“I’m really sorry, Marilyn.”

My voice softened, and I turned toward her.

She stopped.

Her jade green eyes met mine, lips parting as if to speak, but she scoffed instead.

“So now you realize you’ve been a total asshole, huh? After all the damage’s been done—” she stopped herself, breathing deeply, then continued, her voice low. “Look, I’d really, really appreciate it if I could just be left alone. I don’t want any more trouble with you.”

She put her hands on my chest and pushed me aside gently, turning back to the sink.

I didn’t move.

I just watched her.

The way her body swayed with every motion—the soft bounce, the effortless beauty of her hips.

I chuckled under my breath, licking my lips. Damn.

I didn’t even realize what I was doing until my hand moved—smack.

My palm met the firm curve of her ass, and I dragged my hand over it in slow, sinful indulgence.

So. Damn. Soft.

She gasped, turning around sharply, eyes flaring wide.

“What the fuck did you just do?”

Her eyes—those beautiful green eyes—burned into me.

God. That only made me harder.

I chuckled, trying to play it off, but my blood was boiling with want.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I just... you keep seducing me like this—it’s hard to resist.”

Her face twisted in disbelief.

“What? Seduce you? How the—”

I didn’t let her finish.

I lunged forward and grabbed her, pressing her back against the nearby wall, my mouth on her neck before I knew what I was doing.

I didn’t think.

I just felt—hot, aching, desperate.

My hands cupped her ass, squeezing the softness I’d dreamt of for so long.

MARILYN’S POV

It all happened so fast.

My mind spun as his strong arms pressed me to the wall, his mouth greedy on my neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” I managed, my breath shaky, heart racing.

He looked down at me, eyes dark with something I couldn’t name.

FREDERICK’S POV

She looked so damn hot—wide eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

I couldn’t help myself.

I crashed my mouth onto hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily, my hands exploring every curve of her waist and down to that perfect ass.

MARILYN’S POV

The world spun beneath me.

His mouth moved over mine—hungry, intense—making my whole body thrum with an uncontrollable heat.

How the hell did it get to this?

FREDERICK’S POV

My hands slipped under her skirt, and my breath caught.

No underwear.

None.

Fuck. I almost lost it.

Her skin—warm, soft—made my fingers ache as I caressed her bare cheeks.

She moaned softly into my mouth, and her arms wrapped instinctively around my neck.

“Dad… stop. What are you doing?” she breathed, trying to pull away.

I groaned and lowered my mouth to her neck.

“Don’t call me Dad,” I whispered. “Call me Frederick.”

I kissed lower, trailing over her chest, kissing her breasts through the thin satin of her blouse.

MARILYN’S POV

My body betrayed me.

Every touch—every kiss—ignited something uncontrollable.

My skin tingled, my thighs quivered, and fuck, my nipples were already aching with sensitivity.

He pulled down the strap of my blouse, exposing my bare breasts—nipples stiff and flushed pink.

“God…” he muttered, eyes wide before burying his face in my chest, sucking on my nipples with wild hunger, his hands still groping beneath my skirt.

“Aaahhnn…” I moaned, back arching against the wall.

“Dad…” I whimpered, helpless.

FREDERICK’S POV

I growled and spun her around, pressing her front to the wall.

My arms snaked around her, cupping her breasts as I kissed the back of her neck slowly.

One hand slipped down her thighs, dragging upward, savoring the silky feel of her skin.

When my fingers found her folds, I groaned.

She was soaked.

She moaned softly, pushing her hips back, grinding her ass into my hard cock through my pants.

“Fuck…” I hissed, squeezing her tits tighter.

“Aaahhhh…” she whimpered as I rubbed slow, teasing circles on her clit.

Her whole body trembled.

“Oh fuck…” she gasped, shivering beneath my touch.