All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

DariaI slid into the backseat of my car, the city lights blurring past as my driver pulled away from the office. My body was still buzzing from the aftermath of Nate’s touch, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d filled me. The 'Daria Page' had just fucked her new assistant barely forty-eight hours in.“Home, Ms. Page?” my driver asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.“Y-yes,” I blurted, blinking rapidly as I stared out the window.My penthouse was dark when I arrived. I kicked off my heels and sank onto the couch, replaying the chaotic events of the night. It had been years since I’d let anyone touch me like that. My last fling was a blurry one-night stand couple years ago but before that, it had been a string of failed dates, men intimidated by my ambition and too weak to keep up. I’d buried myself in work and convinced myself I didn’t need anyone but tonight, Nate cracked that armor wide open.My hand drifted to my thigh, tracing where his fingers had been. I closed my eyes and let

Daria"Well, I'll leave you two to get back to... whatever it is you were doing," Melissa winked before turning around and heading out.I didn’t say a word to Nate, rolling my eyes as I walked out the lounge. My heels hit the floor like small hammers, each step announcing the chaos in my head with Melissa's knowing look infuriating me.Nate followed silently behind me, too close. Always too close.Inside my office I shut the door hard after him, clicking the lock and yanking the blinds down until we were out of sight from the many inquisitive eyes.“What the hell was that?” I hissed, spinning on him.Nate leaned against the door, arms folded, expression unreadable. “You’ll have to be more specific.”“Don’t play games with me. In the lounge. We almost got caught. Melissa is already suspicious.”He tilted his head. “You think she knows?”“She’s not an idiot.” I crossed my arms tight. “You started this.”His brows rose. “I started this?"“I was just trying to get coffee, not–” I cut myse

DariaBefore I could catch my breath, Nate scooped me off the couch like he'd been waiting all night for my affirmation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our lips locking together again in a desperate kiss as he carried me toward the bedroom.He kicked the bedroom door open without breaking the kiss, and set me down on the edge of the king-sized bed. The city lights glittered through the window but I barely noticed, my focus entirely on his sexy body.“Fuck, Daria,” he murmured as he knelt in front of me, sliding his hands to my pants. “I’ve been dying to do this right with no restrictions."“Me too," I admitted needily, my hands already reaching for his shirt and tugging it up. “No interruptions this time.”He grinned wickedly. “Just us.”He pulled my pants down, taking his time with his fingers on my skin before sliding them off. His lips followed, kissing the inside of my ankle, then higher up my leg and lingering at the sensitive spot behind my knee.I shivered, my hands grippi

DaphneI rushed down the hallway of St. Mary’s Hospital, my crocs creaking with each hurried step. It was another chaotic night shift, the kind where the ER buzzed like a beehive.The call had come in about a motorcycle accident, some guy who’d had a minor collision with another vehicle or so. As the nurse on call, I was assigned to get him settled in room 412. Little did I know, that assignment was about to flip my world upside down.I pushed open the door, clipboard in hand, and there he was. Brad.Even battered and bandaged, he looked like he’d stepped out of a bad-boy romance novel. His dark hair was tousled, a few strands falling over his forehead, and piercing green eyes that hit me like a bolt of lightening when they locked onto mine. He was propped up in the bed, one leg elevated in a sling, a few cuts and minor bruises.“Hey there,” he called warmly, his voice like gravel mixed with honey. “You must be my guardian angel.”I felt my cheeks heat up, but I played it cool, no str

DaphneI slipped out of Brad’s room, my heart pounding in my chest as I adjusted my scrubs and smoothed my hair. My shift wasn’t over for another few hours, but I could barely focus for the rest of it.Morning came too soon. I woke up in my small apartment, my body still buzzing from the night before. Lying in bed, I replayed every moment, my fingers slipping into my panties as I imagined him again. What would it feel like to have him inside me? I came quickly but it wasn’t enough. I needed the real thing.For once, I couldn’t wait to get to work. Night shift was my least favorite, but the thought of seeing Brad again had me itching to clock in. I showered, pulled on fresh scrubs, and drove to St. Mary’s, my stomach fluttering with anticipation.I clocked in at 7 p.m., the ER always alive with the usual chaos. I kept busy with other patients but by 9 p.m., I couldn’t stall anymore. Grabbing his chart, I took a deep breath and pushed open his door.Brad was propped up in bed, the TV fl