All Chapters of Ouchhh Step-Daddy: Our Dirty Secret behind closed doors: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emily’s POV"The driver is downstairs, Daniel," my mother said, not looking up from her phone. "Make sure Emily’s junior year transfers for Bellmont are finalized tomorrow. I don’t want any administrative hiccups while I’m in Florence.""It’s already handled, Victoria," Daniel said.His deep voice sent a familiar, strange flutter straight to my chest.Daniel Walker stepped into the penthouse living room, filling out a dark Tom Ford suit. He was forty-one, six-foot-two, with silver dusting his temples and gray eyes that looked like they could break a corporate board in half. He had married my mother when I was ten. For eleven years, he was my stable anchor. The man who taught me how to drive. The man who bought this penthouse so I wouldn't have to live in dirty college dorms.My mother walked over, placing a delicate hand on his lapel. She kissed his cheek—a brief, cold gesture that looked more like two executives sealing a deal than a couple saying goodbye for six months."Don't work

Emily’s POVI didn't sleep a wink after that shadow moved away from my door.By the next evening, a massive summer storm had rolled over Charlotte. Heavy rain lashed violently against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse, the fifty-fourth floor engulfed in dark grey clouds and flashes of distant lightning.The air inside Penthouse 54A was suffocatingly thick.Ever since morning, Daniel and I had moved around each other like two charged particles in a vacuum. Every shared glance was loaded; every time he walked past me in the hallway, the heat radiating off him felt like a physical slap.At seven in the evening, my phone buzzed on the marble kitchen island.I picked it up. A text from Ethan Reed flashed across the screen:Picked up a bottle of wine for tonight. Roof lounge in 20? Let me know, neighbor.I stared at the screen, my heart beating a erratic rhythm against my ribs. Ethan was safe. Ethan was normal. Looking at his text was supposed to bring me back to reality.Instead,

Emily’s POVThe green recording light on the wall console burned into the dark room like an accusing eye."Daniel? Emily?" Victoria’s sharp, impatient voice rang out crystal clear through the suite's surround-sound speakers. "Why is the screen black? What’s going on in there?"Panic erupted like an electric shock.In a terrifying blur of motion, Daniel lunged off the bed. He dove across the hardwood floor, grabbing the heavy silk duvet off the mattress and tossing it over my bare body in one swift, desperate sweep. Before the wide-angle camera could focus on the room, his massive hand slammed directly over the lens on the wall panel.I scrambled up under the duvet, my heart hammering against my ribs so violently I thought it would burst. I snatched the smart-panel remote off the nightstand with slick, trembling fingers and frantically jammed the Camera Off icon.The green light flicked off, switching the feed to audio-only."Mom!" I wheezed into the microphone, my chest heaving, my vo

Emily’s POV"Emily," he said, his voice low and rough with sleep, his dark eyes burning into mine in the faint, gray pre-dawn light. "I need you again."My body answered before my brain even had a chance to catch up.I didn't hesitate. I reached up, my hand tangling in his dark, messy hair, and pulled his head down to mine."Then take me," I whispered against his mouth. "Stop talking and take me."Daniel let out a low, wrecked growl that vibrated straight through my chest. He didn't waste time with sweet words or slow friction. He slid his thigh between my legs, spreading me wide, his hard, thick length pressing straight against my swollen entrance."You're still so wet," he rasped, his thumb finding my clit and pressing hard. "Still slick from me.""Because of you," I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow as he pushed inside in one long, heavy slide. "Ah... Daniel...""Fuck," he grunted, his fingers digging into my hip bone to anchor me as he began a brutal, rhythmic pace.

Daniel’s POVI sat at the head of the mahogany conference table, resting my chin on my folded hands while seven senior vice presidents argued over six decimal points."If we push the Reed acquisition into Q4, the tax write-offs alone give us leverage," Vance said, tapping his pen against his glass. "What do you think, Daniel?"I didn't answer him. I was staring at the glare of the morning sun reflecting off the glass skyscraper across the street, my mind miles away from Walker International.I was thinking about last night.I was thinking about the exact sound Emily made when I lifted her against the cool tile of my shower wall, her small hands clutching my wet shoulders while I drove into her. I was thinking about four in the morning, waking up in the dark, pulling her warm, soft body against mine, and sliding back inside her before she was even fully awake. Twice in six hours. I’d lost my fucking mind.For two years, I’d forced myself to be the stoic, distant stepfather. I’d stayed