Tempting the man of the house is an accident, but the result is hotter than I ever imagined. It's our first movie night since I came home from college. I was laying on the sofa when I noticed how he was looking at me, where he was looking at me. I didn't mean to tempt him, but I'm very glad I did.

I never planned to share a sleeping bag with my stepdad. Camping with my family wasn't exactly how I pictured spending part of my summer after my first year of college. I'd much rather be with my friends, at least that's what I think until a mishap has me sharing a sleeping bag with my step dad.

When a storm shakes the house, I need a little comfort. I've never liked thunder and lightning, but when they shake the house, I can't get to sleep. When my stepdad comes home dripping wet from the rain, he frightens a scream out of me. But when he tries to comfort me, it turns into something else all together.

A road trip with her stepdad brings them closer, much closer...I'm disappointed when a last minute business trip has my mom backing out of driving with me to move my stuff to my college dorm. Then, my stepdad, Will, steps in and offers to take the road trip instead. When we arrive at the first hotel, our two bedroom suite isn't available. Our only option is a regular room with one king-sized bed. What's a girl to do?

It all started with a subway ride...When the store I'm working at gets robbed and I can't get a hold of my mom, I call my stepdad. When he shows up and comforts me, that comfort takes a sexy turn on the subway ride home.

I tricked my stepdad, but it turned into a treat. Coming home for the annual Halloween block party was a last minute decision. I didn't have a costume, so I raided Mom's box from Halloweens past. When my stepdad mistakes me for my mom I think it's funny, until he starts touching me, then I can't think at all. What will he do when I tell him, will he stop, or will he keep going?

I ran up my mom's credit card bill and now my stepdad's making me work it off as in intern at his office. When I try to mess a few things up, hoping he'll fire me, it doesn't work. He knows exactly what I'm up to.I'm ready to beg and plead for my freedom. This is the summer before college. Only, the begging has an unexpected result. My stepdad loves begging. He loves me on my knees. And he especially loves it when I call him Daddy.

He was protective because he wanted me for himself...I may not have been raised in the country, but I love life on my stepdad's ranch. Now that I'm home from college, I love riding my horse and spending my free time outside. The only problem is that my stepdad is always keeping an eye on me. He doesn't like the way the ranch hands watch me. There's not much he can do since I'm eighteen, but then one day I realize that there could be a selfish reason he's so protective. Maybe he wan...

My mom’s so strict, I’ve never had much of a social life. With high school behind me, I’m determined to life life to the fullest, starting with getting past first base with a guy. I’m almost there, so close, when the cops bust up the party. And of course my stepdad, who’s a police officer, is right there with them. He thinks he’s embarrassed, but so am I, especially when the alcohol loosens my lips enough to admit that I have no experience with guys. The next morning, I’m pulled out of bed...

It all started with a chocolate kiss, but not the kind you're thinking of, not the actual piece of chocolate that looks like a giant chocolate chip. No. This was a lot hotter, a lot more desperate and might have lead to me losing my virginity to my stepfather.

In a cramped bed in Italy, I realize my stepdad wants me as much as I want him. We have to be quiet. Our couplings are illicit, under the cover of night. During the day, we act like nothing has changed, but everything has changed. Midnight Tryst’s are not enough. His touch is addictive and I need more.

If I’d known he wanted me from the start, I would have given myself to him a lot sooner... When Mom takes off yet again, I decide to stay with my stepdad, Logan. I’d rather stare out the window, watching him chop wood at the little cabin we rented than be at home, alone. But watching him does things to me. My body sparks to life as I see the flex and bunch of his muscles. But when he finds me watching him, his reaction isn’t what I expected. It’s not what I expected at all.