All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Helen I stood on the wide front porch of the big modern house with my suitcase handle clutched tightly in one hand and my duffel bag hanging from the other. The late afternoon sun was still warm on my shoulders. I had checked the address three times on my phone before walking up the stone path. This was it. My first real live-in nanny job. The pay was good enough to cover most of my remaining tuition and the room and board meant I would not have to keep splitting a tiny apartment with two other girls. Still, my stomach felt tight with nerves. I rang the doorbell and waited. Inside I could hear the high voices of children and the deeper sound of a man’s voice telling them to settle down. A few seconds later the door opened. Trevor Martin stood there looking exactly like the photo from the agency profile only better. He was tall, at least six-two, with broad shoulders that filled out a soft gray button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing strong, veined forearm

HelenI woke before the kids for the first time since arriving. The house was still quiet and the early light filtered through the curtains of my room. My body felt warm under the sheets and the soft ache between my legs reminded me of the restless night I had spent thinking about Trevor. I sat up slowly and pressed my thighs together. The pressure only made the need sharper. I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. The cool water helped a little but not enough. By the time I dressed in a clean pair of shorts and a soft gray tank top my pulse was already a little too high for so early in the morning.Downstairs the kitchen was empty. I started the coffee and began pulling out ingredients for breakfast. The simple routine calmed me. I was cracking eggs into a bowl when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Trevor appeared in the doorway wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants. His chest was bare and still slightly damp from a shower. Broad shoulders. Solid muscle. A light trail of da

HelenI woke to the soft sound of rain still falling against the windows and the gray light of another cloudy morning. My body felt warm and restless under the sheets. The memory of Trevor’s hand against my neck the night before lingered on my skin like a brand. I could still feel the slow stroke of his thumb along my jaw. The ache between my legs had returned stronger than before. I lay still for several minutes listening to the quiet house and trying to steady my breathing before I finally forced myself out of bed.I showered and dressed in a pair of soft gray shorts and a thin white tank top. The fabric clung to my breasts and I could already feel the cool air from the vent against my skin. Downstairs the kitchen was empty. I started the coffee and began making pancakes for the kids. The simple routine helped a little but not enough. My hands felt unsteady as I mixed the batter. I was pouring the first circle of batter into the pan when I heard Trevor’s footsteps on the stairs.He

HelenI woke to the soft gray light of another cloudy morning and the quiet knowledge that Trevor would be home all day. He had mentioned the night before that he planned to work from the house office. The thought had stayed with me through most of the night. My body still felt restless from the memory of his mouth on mine and the way his fingers felt inside me. I showered and dressed in a pair of soft black shorts and a thin white tank top before heading downstairs.Trevor was already in the kitchen when I arrived. He wore a dark t-shirt and gray sweatpants and the scent of coffee filled the air. He looked up when I entered and his eyes moved over me once before he spoke.“Morning. Kids are still asleep. I thought we could go over the weekly schedule after breakfast if you have time.”“Of course. That works.”We moved around each other in the small space while the coffee finished brewing. Every time his arm brushed mine the contact sent a small spark through my skin. The kids came do

HelenI woke in Trevor’s bed for the third morning in a row with his heavy arm draped across my waist and the solid warmth of his body pressed against my back. The house was still quiet. The kids had not yet stirred. Soft gray light filtered through the curtains and painted the room in muted shades. My body felt pleasantly sore in all the places he had used the night before. The memory of his cock stretching me open and the hot spill of his cum inside me made a slow pulse start between my legs all over again.Trevor’s hand shifted on my stomach and then slid higher to cup one of my breasts. His thumb brushed over the nipple until it tightened. I felt him harden against the curve of my ass.“Morning,” he murmured against the back of my neck. His voice was rough from sleep.“Morning.”He kissed the side of my throat and rolled his hips once so I could feel the full length of him. “We have maybe twenty minutes before they wake up.”I pushed back against him in silent answer. He reached d