Even though he's my stepdad, I call him Coach. He's the coach of my soccer team and so even though I'm eighteen, he still has the power to cut me off from the sport I love. So I have to follow his rules. That means no boys. I hated him for that, until I realized that no boys means I have room for a man.

When he kisses me at midnight, everything changes. Well, not quite midnight since the impromptu DJ at my mom’s Christmas party was off by an hour. But that doesn’t matter, because the kiss I share with my stepdad is so hot, it burns me from the inside out. But he’s been drinking champagne all night. Will he remember that kiss and the promise behind it in the morning?

I never thought he'd see me naked... I’m home from college for Christmas, stepping into the shower when everything falls apart. Cold water shoots everywhere. I lose my balance and grab onto the shower curtain, but fall anyway. Of course it’s my stepdad who busts down the door, chest heaving as he assesses the situation. I’m naked and shivering on the floor. I thought I’d die of humiliation until I realize he’s hard as a rock.

How does that song go? “Love in an elevator, livin' it up when I'm goin' down….” I’m claustrophobic, so I never thought that getting stuck in an elevator would be the best thing that ever happened to me. But it was. That’s because I got stuck with my stepdad, Stone. He did everything he could to keep me distracted. And I mean everything…

A St. Patrick's Day pinch gone wrong then so very, very right...My stepdad goes to pinch me for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day. I am wearing green, but once he sees my green bikini, he's not letting me leave the house. He says he wants to keep that sight all to himself. I'm happy to let him as long as he does more than just look.

I love to make sweet things, he likes to eat them. I didn't know he'd want to eat me as well... I'm going to culinary school against Mom's wishes, but my stepdad can't get enough of my sweet confections. He works out more so he can sample all my goodies. Then one day, I give him a taste of something new and I realize the hunger in his eyes is for me, not the food. Or maybe he wants both.

My stepdad calls me a tease. It's true I do tease him a little, but only because I want his attention. I like the way he looks at me. I like the way his nostrils flare if I show him a little too much. Besides, is it really teasing if I'll follow through and give him anything he wants?