Ava
You learn a lot about yourself the first time your five-year-old stepdaughter is about to catch you spread out on the kitchen counter with her father on his knees between your legs, Seconds away from eating you out.
For instance, I learned how many seconds it takes for me to shove my husband away while simultaneously yanking down my dress and hopping off the kitchen counter all the while pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
In total, It takes me five seconds.
Nikolai falls back on his ass a few feet behind me, laughter bubbling up his throat as he watches my frantic state.
“Shut up” I snap, my voice barely above a hiss as I tug my dress down, desperately trying to smooth over the fabric with my hands.
“Relax, Solnyshko” Nikolai says, his voice infuriatingl
