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the kiss. The sound of glass shattering on the cobblestone patio when his bottle hit the ground vaguely penetrated her lust induced brain. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted so that her legs rubbed along his. Dominic tensed once again and she thought he might pull away or stop, but after a moment he kissed her more feverishly.
    Tongues dueling, breath mingling, they were like rabid animals trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was wild, uninhibited. He gripped her waist, his big hands almost wrapped fully around her. He tugged her toward him with gentle motions and she found herself straddling his legs. Her skirt rode up her thighs and his roughened denim scrapped along the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. It excited her further.
    She moved closer to him and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. She could feel her nipples beading, becoming hard little points of pleasurable agony. When her pussy rubbed along the hard erection pressed against the fly of his jeans, he suddenly broke the kiss. They both panted and stared at each other. She felt elation and a bit of wonder. Never had she thought she would be doing this, but never had anything felt more right.
    “Chloe.” His voice was gravely and hoarse. “We can’t do this. It isn’t right.”
    She knew he was right, knew that if her mother or father, or God forbid her aunt ever found out they would never look at her the same again. Despite all of that, she didn’t care. Why should she care about what people thought? They never gave a damn before, never even acted like they wanted to know what was going on in her life. She felt like this was right, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with this.
    “I love you.” Not wasting another minute, Chloe leaned in and brushed her lips against his. Her pussy rubbed along his shaft and she felt it give a mighty jerk. Even though he wore thick jeans, she could tell how big he was. It was slightly unnerving, but nothing on Dominic was small.
    In the next instance she found herself falling back and hitting the ground. The breath was knocked out of her for a moment. She looked up at him a little dazed. Dominic had gotten up so quickly that she had fallen right off of his lap. He paced in front of her and worried his hair with his hand.
    “Oh fuck, Chloe. I’m sorry.” He bent down and helped her up. He kept hold of her upper arm, but as if he caught himself doing something he shouldn’t he stumbled back and turned away from her.
    “Wait. Please don’t go.”
    He stopped and turned around to look at her. The haunted expression he wore tore at her heart.  “I can’t, Chloe. This isn’t right.” The breath came out of him on a long exhale and then he turned to go into the house.
    “ Uncle Dominic .” She took a step toward him. Before he made it to the door she saw how his body stiffened.
    He didn’t turn around when he spoke. “See, Chloe, that’s the thing. I’m your uncle . I’m. Your. Fucking. Uncle!” She could tell his anger was rising to an alarming rate.
    His coarse language didn’t faze her, not when the blood rushed through her veins and her body felt like it was on fire. “Stop. We're related by marriage only.” She was on the verge of tears, frustration and arousal waging war inside of her. She would have said anything to make him see reason. Chloe knew what he meant, knew that although they weren’t related by blood, he was still her uncle.
    He shook his head and finally turned around to stare at her intently. “I’ve know you your whole life, Chloe. This isn’t right. I’m sick!” His voice cracked on the last sentence and she wanted to go to him, to comfort him and tell him everything was okay.
    She took another step, but he anticipated it and took one back. He held up his hand up for her to stay away. Opening her mouth a few times, she wanted to say something, anything, but the words got stuck in her throat. He turned and stormed inside and she flinched when he