All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

~AvaI didn’t think the day could get any worse.The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, mocking me as I stood outside Professor Harlan’s office clutching a folder that held my failure. Advanced Calculus? A big, fat F staring back at me. The only one course I managed to carelessly fail.My grades. My disappointment. My heart. All neatly stapled together on white paper that suddenly looked like my death sentence.At 18, I was supposed to be conquering college, not crumbling under it. My dreams of transferring to a top engineering program? Shattered. I needed extra credit, a miracle, anythingWhen I finally got in, he barely looked up. “Ava, I’m busy right now,” he said, pen scratching across his desk. “Come by next week and we’ll discuss it.”"Please spare me a few minutes, it's about my grade in Calculus. I... I failed. Can we talk about retaking or extra work?" My voice cracked, betraying the lump in my throat.He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Ah, yes, Miss Ava. Look,

~AvaI wiggled my ass a little extra as I stormed toward the front door, the short skirt riding up just enough to feel rebellious.The alarm's chime still echoed in my ears, but Adrian’s whisper, "Guess my wife's home" had lit a fire under my skin. Teaser. Tormentor. I yanked the door open with more force than necessary, plastering on a smile for Mom. She stood there, keys jingling, her nurse scrubs rumpled from a long shift, curly hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Same old Elena Thompson, but her eyes sparkled with that new married glow."Ava! Baby!" She pulled me into a hug, but I kept it stiff, unpleasant, arms loose around her shoulders, body language screaming what the hell.She pulled back, frowning, her hands on my arms. "What's wrong? You look like I ran over your favorite sneakers."I crossed my arms, the crop top shifting uncomfortably. "Oh, nothing. Just, you know, surprise move into a freaking mansion with your secret husband. The one you mentioned in passing as hot g

~Ava"Whatever would make you sin with me, I'm ready." My voice came out raw, breathy, lips still brushing his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin sweat.Adrian's gray eyes darkened to midnight, pupils blown wide with the same hunger clawing at my insides. No more teasing, no more games. The gym courtyard felt like our private hell, heaven, sun climbing higher.His hand was still under my shorts, fingers buried in my wetness, stroking slow circles that had my hips bucking against him. "Fuck, girly," he growled, voice gravel and smoke, pulling his hand free with a wet sound that made me whimper. "You talk big. Let's see if you can handle it." Before I could snap back, his massive arms wrapped my waist, hoisting me up like I weighed nothing. My legs locked around his hips instinctively, ankles crossing behind his back, the hard ridge of his cock pressing right against my core through his shorts. Friction, god, the friction had me grinding down, chasing that edge he'd built all sessio