All Chapters of TOO HOT TO BE STEPDADDY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TianaThe words had barely left my mouth “Ever told you you’re damn too hot to be step daddy” when his hand shot out quickly. His fingers curled tight around my upper arm, yanking me forward, dragging me right into his space with enough force to make me gasp. I thought he was going to shake me. Throw me out. Drag me to my room and lock the door. I thought he was shutting me up for good.Instead, I crashed straight into his chest. And before he could let go or push me away, my arms flew up and locked tight around his neck.I hugged him.Full body, pressed flush against him, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his neck, my chest crushed against his hard torso. My bare legs brushed against his, the thin silk of my dress riding high up my thighs.His entire body went rigid as stone. His hands were still on my arms, holding me, but he didn’t pull me off. He didn’t step back. He just stood there, breathing hard, the heat radiating off him s

TianaMy eyes flew open, and the first thing I registered was the pounding. Sharp throbbing right behind my eyeball. I groaned, lifting a hand to press against my forehead, but froze the second my skin touched the sheets.Soft. Cool. And completely bare.I sat up so fast the room spun. My hand flew to my chest, then down, then everywhere. Oh my God. I’m naked. Completely, one-hundred-percent naked. I scrambled backward until my back hit the headboard, yanking the duvet up to my chin like it was armor, eyes darting wildly around the room.My bedroom. My messy, familiar bedroom. Sunlight streaming through the windows, way too bright, way too eager to remind me I was alive and probably in trouble. Alone. No one else here. No clothes on the floor. No… evidence. Just me, my headache, and a terrifying blank space where my memory of the end of last night should be.What happened? How did I get here? Did we…? Did he…?My heart slammed against my ribs, panic rising fast and hot. I grabbed my p

Tiana The words had barely left his mouth… “You're more naughty than I thought”...when the sound of footsteps rounded the corner. Fast. Light. Familiar. I tried to jump back, tried to put distance between us, tried to hide my hand…still wet, behind my back, but Anthonio moved faster. He didn’t step away or act guilty. Instead, he stepped into me, crowding my space, his bare chest inches from my face, one large hand shooting out to grip my upper arm firmly, the other resting heavy and warm on my waist. We looked exactly like we were standing way too close, exactly like we had been caught doing something terrible. “Anthonio? Tiana? What on earth is going on out here?” Eva’s voice rang out, and she appeared at the end of the hallway, tablet still in hand, eyebrows raised as she took in the scene: me pressed against the wall, chest heaving, face flushed, hair a mess; him shirtless, glistening with sweat, body blocking me in completely. My brain short-circuited. This is it.

Anthonio didn’t pull away slowly or gently. He snapped back as if burned, the warmth and hunger vanishing from his face in less than a second, replaced instantly by that familiar, impenetrable mask of ice and stone. He straightened up, stepping back far enough that the air rushed back in between us, cold and empty. His hands moved quickly, one hand yanking my shorts back into place, smoothing the fabric down over my hips like he hadn’t just had his fingers inches away from my most sensitive skin. The other hand brushed down my sweater, tugging it straight, fixing every wrinkle, every shift, every trace of how he’d manhandled me onto his desk. He looked at me. No trace of the man who had been about to kiss me senseless just seconds ago. Just cold, blue eyes that saw everything and gave away nothing. He adjusted his own pants, ran a hand through his messy hair to tame it back into that perfect, neat style he always wore, and buttoned up the top of his shirt. He walked past me, h

Tiana He walked in. And he was naked. Well… almost. He had a towel slung low around his hips, that was it. Just a plain white towel wrapped tight around his waist, hanging low enough to show every single defined line of his abs, water droplets still rolling down his chest and over his shoulders from the shower. He stood there like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like he wasn’t standing half-naked in my bedroom while I had a guest over. Maya beside me made a sound halfway between a gasp and a squeak. I didn’t even have to look at her to know her eyes were about to pop right out of her head. She scrambled to her feet so fast she almost tripped over the bed, smoothing her hair down, adjusting her top until her boobs were practically spilling out…doing everything she could to make herself look like a present just for him. "M-Mr. Grey!" She stammered, voice breathless, high, dripping with adoration. "S-Sir… I… wow… hi… it’s such an honor… I mean… you look… incredibl