Eden Books Wet & Wild Weekend With My Uncle

She wants him to be her first. He wants to be her last.

I want my uncle, and I’ll break every rule to make him mine. A weekend alone at the lake house is my chance to make him see me as the woman I’ve become.

When my uncle arrives, I’m naked and ready, determined to seduce him, to make him crave me as much as I crave him. I’ll tease him, tempt him, and push him until he can’t resist me any longer. I want him to make me his in every way.

But when he finally gives in, it’s more intense than I ever imagined. His touch, his kiss—they’re all consuming, all-powerful. He’s rough, demanding, and my first time turns wild as he breeds me, and makes me his little slut.

Wet & Wild Weekend With My Uncle is a taboo age-gap romance featuring a dominant uncle and his seductive niece. With scorching chemistry, filthy dirty talk, and a forbidden attraction that leads to a filthy HEA, this story will leave you breathless and begging for more.

Word count: 5100. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

A car door slams in the distance, and my eyes fly open. Is that-? My heart thunders against my ribs, and suddenly I can’t breathe. It’s now or never.

With trembling fingers, I reach behind me and tug at the strings of my bikini top. The fabric falls away, and I gasp as the warm air kisses my newly exposed skin. Am I really doing this?

Before I can second-guess myself, I shimmy out of my bikini bottoms, kicking them to the side. The rough wood of the dock presses against my bare a$$, and a giggle bubbles up in my throat. I’m naked. Completely naked, out here where anyone could see.

Exhilaration wars with nerves in my chest. What if Uncle Jake is disgusted? What if he laughs? What if he doesn’t even notice me at all?

But then I hear his familiar voice calling out a greeting to me. And suddenly, all my doubts evaporate like mist in the summer sun. I arch my back, tipping my face to the sky and letting the sunlight illuminate my skin.

This is it. The moment everything changes. The weekend I make Jake see me as the woman I’ve become.

“Melissa?” Jake’s voice, deep and stern, cuts through my spiraling thoughts. I open my eyes to see him looming over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the sun. His green eyes widen as they rake over my naked body, then quickly dart away. Is that a blush creeping up his neck? “What’re you doing? Put your clothes on.”

I stand up slowly, hyper-aware of every movement. I can feel the heat of his gaze even as he tries to look away, and it makes me feel powerful. Desirable. “I’m just sunbathing,” I say, keeping my voice light and innocent. “The sun feels so good on my skin.”

He runs a hand through his short brown hair, and I want to reach out and do the same. He’s clearly flustered, and knowing I caused that sends a thrill through me. “You can’t just… You’re naked, Melissa. This isn’t right.”

My heart pounds as I take a step closer to him. “Does it bother you, Uncle Jake?” I can see the struggle in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches. God, I want to kiss that jaw. “I feel so much more comfortable around you than anyone else.”

He takes a step back, his hands clenched at his sides. I can see the outline of his knuckles, white with tension. “Melissa, I’m your uncle for Christ’s sake. You can’t be naked around me. It’s not right.”

His words sting, but I push past the hurt. I’m not backing down now. I pout slightly, looking up at him through my lashes the way I’ve seen women do in movies. “We’re both adults.” I take another step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. It takes everything in me not to press myself against him. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

He groans, rubbing a hand over his face. The sound goes straight through me, settling low in my belly. “You’re beautiful, Melissa. But that’s not the point.”

Beautiful. He thinks I’m beautiful. The word echoes in my head, giving me courage. I reach out, my hand shaking slightly as I place it on his chest. His heart is pounding beneath my fingertips, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. “But what if it’s what I want, Uncle Jake? What if I want you to look at me? To touch me?”

He looks down at my hand and his voice is gruff. “You don’t know what you’re asking. You’re innocent. I’m not.”

My entire body feels like it’s on fire, burning with need. “So teach me. Teach me what I don’t know.”