I wasn’t supposed to send them to him.
I lay sprawled across my bed, the pale moonlight licking across my bare skin, a wicked grin tugging at my lips as I snapped the last photo—just a glimpse of the lace between my thighs and the soft swell of my breasts. My pulse thundered with mischief. The pictures were bold. Daring. Naughty.
Exactly what Caleb liked.
Or so I thought.
Thumb hovering over the screen, I selected the photos and hit send—barely glancing at the contact name. The rush was everything. The thrill of being wanted, of teasing. I threw the phone onto my pillow and bit my lip, imagining his reaction.
But then…
Ping.
I blinked. That wasn’t Caleb’s response. My stomach dropped as I turned the phone over and saw the name I hadn’t meant to see.
Liam.
No. No, no, no. My stepbr
