A lot of you have been wondering what books I'll be writing in the future. This is a great question! One of the biggest things I've seen mentioned from all of you is that the steamy scenes in my Stepbrother With Benefits books are too steamy. Not only are they too steamy, but sometimes there's a lot of these steamy scenes in each book. And you know what else? Why does Ethan say f**k all the time? What the f**k is up with that??

Don't even worry about it! I have decided to rewrite all of the Stepbrother With Benefits books to cater to your preferences. I'm calling these the SWB:CAF versions of the books, or Stepbrother With Benefits: Clean as…

Well, you know. We're trying not to do that anymore, so I'm just going to get right to it.

Here's a teaser of the upcoming books for you! This is the Clean AF version of the scene where Ethan took Ashley to his bedroom and acted upon her dare. It was pretty steamy, so I had my work cut out for me here, but I really like the end results, and I think you'll absolutely love it, too!

So, here we go!

*** ASHLEY

I'm in Ethan's bed. With shoes on. We're both wearing shoes. I know it's scandalous to wear shoes in bed, but we're being rebels right now. He's not on top of me (because that'd be weird), but his pizza is inside me. Oh my God. I can't even begin to describe how this feels. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

Ethan is unlike anyone I've ever eaten pizza with. Which probably isn't saying a lot. I've only had pizza with a few people before, and it was all… not very good.

I just thought it was me. I believed Jake when he said that I wasn't very good at eating pizza, except Ethan certainly seems to be enjoying himself.

I laugh and blow a kiss at him and he thrusts a piece of pizza at me, the thick pepperoni slapping into my plate. His lips wrap around his own slice, chewing hard.

“Something funny, Princess?” he asks.

I wrap my hands around my pizza and dig my nails into the crust, raking them down, leaving thin scratch lines. I like how Ethan doesn't even stop eating, doesn't even care.

“Your pizza tastes so good inside me,” I whisper into his ear, purring, seductive.

“Darn straight,” he says. “God, your lips are like vice around my pepperoni.”

“Do you like it?” I ask him.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Why did you stop eating, then?”

“Give me a break, you insatiable freak.”

He pulls his pepperoni away from me, then pushes it between my lips. Hard. I can taste it, can feel him. His bed bounces beneath the force of our bodies doing completely chaste and non-sexual things. Ethan grabs one of my soda bottles, squashing it in his hand. He pulls back, then buries his mouth against my soda bottle's opening, sucking hard, nibbling. I arch my back up to yawn or something, but he pokes me in the side, making me laugh and shoving me onto the bed. Letting go of my soda bottle, he grabs another slice of pizza by my hips, then slams it on his plate, another piece on my plate, pepperoni and sausage and mushrooms going everywhere, fast, creamy sauce landing hard into me.

“Darn, you're plate is tight, Princess,” he says. “And full. You really like my pizza, huh?”

“Stop,” I say. “Ashley. Call me Ashley.”

“I'll call you whatever I darn well please,” he says.

“Ethan,” I murmur. “I… I think I'm… I've never…”

“You about to be in pizza ecstasy?” he asks. “You've never had a pepperoni, sausage, and mushroom pizza before?”

“Not with anyone else.”

“Well, shoot, I better play my A game. I didn't realize.”

Holy moly. This isn't his best? It's really good. Ethan does more, though. Oh God.

His sausage grinds against my plate, his pepperoni slick and shiny with oil. My cookie. I can feel it, see the tensing muscles of his abs as he slowly savors the cookies I made to go along with the pizza, then presses his tongue against my sensitive chocolate chip. I didn't know this was possible. I didn't know this was a thing someone could do, but here Ethan is, doing it.

I'm a little lightheaded from the soda, and certainly not thinking straight–that's what I want to tell myself, because why else would I be doing this?–but that doesn't stop me from giggling in a shaking, hot mess on the bed as soon as my completely non-sexual pizza ecstasy hits me. I shake. I literally shake! I'm trembling and my legs are quivering and my mouth keeps opening and closing on its own so I can eat more pizza. Ethan laughs and he blows me a kiss, hard, and he steals some of my pizza and shoves it in his mouth. It's so rough but amazing. I didn't know something like this would feel so good.

I blow him a kiss, too. Oh, yes. It reminds me of the first time we blew each other kisses. When we were interrupted. I thought he hated me, thought he just did it to favor me, but then his father shouted at him. He took all the blame… for me? He got in a lot of trouble for that.

I still don't know if he likes me, but right now Ethan Colton is not on top of me (because that'd be weird), eating pizza with me, hard, laughing, rampant, as I giggle and shakes next to him in pizza ecstasy.

“Darn, Ashley,” he says. “That's delicious. I love the look on your face. You're beautiful.”

I don't even know how, but Ethan stays true to his word, to the dare. He doesn't stop until I'm too tired to move, which has to be hours later. I don't even remember stopping, but the next thing I know I'm in a kind of hazy afterglow of intoxicating pleasure and he's curled up next to me, near me, cuddling with me in a non-sexual manner. We're under the blankets.

“I'm tired, Ethan,” I whine. “Can you get me a glass of water?”

He shifts and sidles away from me, then goes to his private bathroom and brings me a glass of tap water. “Here,” he says, offering it to me. He holds it close to my lips and tilts it so I can drink without sitting up.

I swallow the cool liquid, savoring it. Eating pizza is a lot of work. Or drinking water is. One of those. We just ate pizza together, didn't we? Yessss… I'm not sure how this happened. I kind of feel like this is a bad thing, but I'm too tired to worry about it now. I'll go to the gym tomorrow. I'm not sure if I'm even hungry anymore, I'm just tired now.

“Hey, go to sleep,” Ethan says.

I close my eyes and do just that.

~*~

What do you think?

P.S. April Fool's 😛

I love steamy scenes, haha. I'm not going to stop writing them! That'd be sad. They're a lot of fun, and I hope you enjoy them, too. This was fun to do and rewrite for April Fool's day, though. I hope you liked the joke! <3