Collection-Riding My Hot Stepbrother And Spraying Novel

I was still half-asleep, shuffling down the upstairs hallway in my ratty tank top and sleep shorts, when the sound stopped me cold.

A low, ragged moan drifted from behind Ryan’s door—thick, hungry, and far too intimate for seven-thirty in the morning.

My first thought was immediate and bitter: He snuck a girl in again.