All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Andeea“Andrea, you’re a gift from God!” Rachel said the next morning, handing me a coffee as we stood in the kitchen. “The kids adore you, and you’re so reliable. I’m serious, we want you to stay as long as you can.”I forced a smile, the guilt pressing down my chest. “Thanks, Rachel. That means a lot.”She touched my arm, her eyes warm. “I mean it. You’re part of the family now.”Her words hit like a punch. Part of the family? I was fucking her husband in a motel room yesterday. I nodded, muttering, “I love working with the kids,” and prayed she couldn’t see the lie in my eyes.She sipped her coffee, oblivious. “I’m swamped with work today, so I’ll be upstairs. You’ve got everything under control, right?”“Always,” I replied, my voice dry.The morning passed in a blur. I played with Mia and Charlie, and by noon, they were down for their nap, the house quiet except for the occasional sound of Rachel’s voice whenever she was on a call. I sat in the living room, scrolling on my phone

AndreaMy heart hadn’t stopped racing since I agreed to live under the same roof as Jacob. The next day, Rachel stopped me before I left.“Andrea, I was thinking, why don’t you and Jacob hit the mall today? Pick up some stuff for your room before you move in tomorrow.”I froze. “Oh, uh, I can manage alone.”“No way,” she said. “Jacob’s free, and you’ll need help with the heavy stuff. Right, Jacob?”He appeared behind her, his eyes locking on mine. “Happy to help,” he replied, his voice smooth. “Let’s make sure you’re all set.”I nodded, my stomach twisting. “Sure. Thanks.”At the mall, we moved through the home section, my cart filling with different items. Jacob trailed behind, his eyes lingering too long on me as I moved.“You’re quiet,” he said, tossing a blanket into the cart. “Thinking about me?”I glanced around, my voice low. “Jacob, stop."He smirked, stepping closer. “I want you to try something on for me.”I stopped, my heart pounding. “What?”He nodded toward the lingerie

AndreaRachel's knock on my door woke me up the following morning, her voice bright. “Andrea! We’re heading to my mom’s for a playdate. The kids are so excited.”I sat up, looking around the room and smoothing my hair, before I moved to open the door and forced a smile.“Sounds fun. Need me to do anything?”“No, you settle in,” she said, her smile warm. “You’ve got the day to unpack, make the room yours. We’ll be back tonight.”“Thanks,” I said, her trust stabbing me. “Have a great time.”As she led Mia and Charlie out, I caught Jacob’s eye in the kitchen. His gaze was hungry, a silent hint of what was coming. The door clicked shut, and the house fell silent, leaving me alone with him.I turned and headed to the bathroom immediately, needing a shower to clear my head. I was free— no Rachel, no kids, no reason to hold back. The thought made my pulse race, my body already anticipating him.The shower door slid open abruptly, and I gasped, turning to see Jacob, naked.“Jacob,” I said, m

HazelI hadn’t even unpacked my bag before I began questioning every single life decision that led me here. The cold breeze hit me the second I stepped off the boat.A woman in a flowing dress met me.“Hazel, right?” she said, like she’d been expecting me for years. “Welcome to Sex Island.”“Yeah… that’s me,” I said, gripping the handle of my small suitcase.“I’m Leona. You’re going to love it here. It’s different from anything you’ve ever done, but that’s the point.” She stated with a friendly smile.We walked a path toward a massive white villa.“There still time to turn back?” I half-joked.“You could,” Leona said. “But I don’t think you will.”The villa was gorgeous. White walls, clean and inviting. It all felt like a dream I wasn’t sure I was allowed to have. I wasn’t that woman. I was the divorced woman. The one who'd lost herself in her marriage and decided to find her way back.Leona led me into a lounge. Three men stood near the windows. I almost turned around but then one of

HazelThe next morning, I woke up, alone again. A note waited on the bedside table, written in sharp, bold ink:'Hazel, meet Dylan at the pavilion at noon. Let go with him. He’ll take you somewhere new. –Leona'My pulse quickened. Dylan. The third man from the first day, with his eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. Noon was close. I showered quickly, the hot water doing nothing to quell the anxiety I was feeling about meeting the last new guy, and slipped into another of the robes placed in the wardrobe.Dylan leaned against a pillar, tall and lean. Blond hair fell messily over his forehead, and his blue eyes glinted with a dangerous edge. His lips curved into a smirk as I approached, confident and enticing.“Hazel,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You showed up. That’s bold.”“Did you think I wouldn't? Leona’s note said to trust you,” I said, holding up the crumpled paper. “So here I am.”He stepped closer, his gaze raking over me. “Trust is a start. But today’s about g