Semua Bab YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Bab 131 - Bab 140

Kaylor“You talk a big game, Aaron."I shot back, pulling away as I wrapped the towel around myself, my heart still racing from what we’d just done. “You sure you’re not all talk?”He laughed and stepped out of the shower, not bothering with a towel, his body on full display. “Keep testing me, Kaylor. See what happens.”I rolled my eyes and followed him out, but the heat between my legs was rising.“Whatever,” I called back, brushing past him into the hallway, but his hand caught my wrist, pulling me back.“Where you going?” he asked, his eyes dark, playful. “Thought you wanted to go again.”He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against the towel I was clutching. “Come on, Kaylor. My bed’s closer.”I opened my mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes shut me up. “Fine,” I agreed, bold again, dropping the towel to the floor. His eyes roamed my body, making me smirk. “Lead the way.”He grinned, grabbing my hand as he pulled me toward his room. He pushed the door open and tugged m

“Talk?”He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, still sweaty.“About how you can’t get enough of me?”“About rules,” I said, trying to sound firm.“This—” I gestured between us, “—is getting out of hand. We just met, and I’m not trying to make this a thing.”He tilted his head, his grin fading slightly. “A thing? Kaylor, I’m not proposing here. What’s on your mind?”“No feelings involved,” I stated flatly. “No cuddling. No bringing other people home. Just… this. Sex. Nothing else.”He laughed. “You’re laying down the law, huh? You were the one that seemed jealous, but fine. No feelings, no cuddling, no hookups here. Deal?”“Deal,” I said, holding his gaze, trying to ignore the weird twist in my gut. “Let’s keep it simple.”“Simple’s my middle name,” he said, winking. “You sticking around, or you running back to your room to pretend you hate me?”“I’m going to my room,” I said, grabbing my shorts and panties, my face hot. “But I don’t hate you.”“Could’ve fooled me,” he cal

KaylorLater that day, I was restless. No feelings, we’d said. But the cracks were showing, and I hated how much I cared. The apartment was quiet, with Aaron out again. I needed a distraction, so I started tidying, anything to distract myself. I poked around the shared closet in the hallway, searching for extra hangers. That’s when I found it—a black box tucked behind a pile of towels.Curiosity got me, and I opened it to reveal a pair of leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a vibrator. My breath caught, heat sparking low in my belly.“Holy shit, Aaron,” I whispered, picking up the cuffs.“Find something interesting?” His voice cut in from behind me.I jumped, nearly dropping the cuffs, spinning to face him. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a wicked grin on his face.“Jesus, Aaron!” I snapped, my face burning. “Don’t sneak up like that!”“I didn't,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes flicking to the cuffs in my hands. “You’re the one snooping through my stuff.”“I-I was looking

Kaylor"We should stop."His voice was low and steady. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his eyes locked on me, serious. “This is getting too real. We said no feelings, but I’m not sure I can keep that up.”I swallowed, my chest tight, nodding even though it felt wrong.“Yeah,” I said, my voice shaking. “You’re right. We should stop.”He nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Good. Clean break. Back to roommates.”“Roommates,” I repeated, pulling the hoodie on fully. “I’m gonna… head to my room.”“Yeah,” he said, standing, his voice flat. “Night, Kaylor.”“Night,” I muttered, slipping out and shutting his door behind me.My room felt too small, the air too thick. My bed felt cold without him, making me toss and turn, his words looping in my head. I wanted to be mad, to hate him for pulling the plug, but all I could think about was his hands, his voice, the way he’d said my name.“Fuck,” I whispered, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.Then, I heard a creak outsid

Emily“Hey, you’re the new girl, right?”I froze mid-step, a coffee tray in hand. The man leaning against the doorframe of the conference room looked like he belonged on a magazine cover– crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves, veins on his arm, collar open and a smirk on his perfect face.“I’m Emily,” I said quickly. “Just a temp.”I'd been extra punctual today, still in disbelief over the activities of yesterday with the CEO. The plan was simple– keep my head down, do my job, and avoid stepping on anyone's toes, especially my bosses.“Temporary or not, you’re turning heads.” He extended a hand. “Julian Black. CMO. Also the guy who makes work fun.”I tried not to blush when I felt the warmth of his palm on mine. “Nice to meet you.”He grinned. “You’ve got the CEO wrapped around your thighs already?”I dropped the tray. “What?!”His eyes lit up. “Relax. I’m joking. Kind of.”“I– nothing happened," I stammered, gathering back the contents of the tray.“Sure.” He leaned in. “You’ve got