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This is the first installment of the five-part erotic novel series, Spoiled Rich.

The daughter of Gregory Pierce, one of the richest, self-made billionaires and renowned oil magnates in the world, the life of twenty-three-year-old Sofia was far from normal. Her lavish, but simple life of luxury is interrupted when her stepbrother, Carter, moves in, starting a six-year long period of unwanted, burning attraction and yearning, as she secretly pines for him from afar. Little did she know was that all this time, the feelings her stepbrother had for her were of equal passion and intensity, if not even stronger. When one fateful night brings the normally and purposely distant step-siblings into each other's arms, nothing is ever the same...

My eyes squeezed shut as water rained down on me, the rush of the stream kneading the tenseness out of my shoulders. But it was as I was basking in the soothing alleviation of my physical stresses, that I failed to notice the door swinging open and the gaping figure standing before me. I blinked madly, my mouth dropping open as I stared at a half-naked Carter, sporting only his Calvin Kleins, his fingers still gripping the door handle in shock. My eyes couldn't help but wander to his sculpted pecs, deliciously bronzed from his mother's Latina genes, and the light fuzz trailing down his stomach. A sobering breeze gusted against my flesh. My arms flew across my chest, my eyes rounding in alarm.
“Woah, Sofia – sorry,” he mumbled, quickly averting his gaze, “I didn't think anyone was in here –”
“I – oh my god,” I stammered, my cheeks burning, “The lock must be jammed–”
“I'll get Manny to fix it,” he promised, shuffling towards the doorway, “Yeah, um – enjoy your bath.”
My fingers tingled, spotting a glimpse of the arresting bulge bulking out of his boxers before the door slammed shut. I rested on the smooth, marbled seat of the jacuzzi, allowing the pumping water from the jets to caress my back. I bit down on my lip, sighing. For six years now, I've been helplessly pining for Carter, ever since he'd moved in with his mother, Catalina, a truly beautiful woman inside and out and easily my favorite out of my father's wives, excluding my mother. But honestly, who could blame me? I'd bet even the godliest of nuns would crumble under his unforced, brooding gaze. Carter was never a fan of eye-contact, and in the handful of times he actually looked at me, I couldn't help but feel less than worthy of his piercing scrutiny, even more so when I was subjected to that sexy half-grin of his...