Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 26

Chapter 5

I pull a stool out from the kitchen island and gesture for her to sit down, angling my body to try to conceal my raging erection. "Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, noticing her eyes drifting to the fridge.

Abby nods, "Water is fine." She continues to glance around the kitchen, taking in the oversized, stainless-steel appliances, the marbled countertops, and the expensive expresso maker that one of my longtime clients bought me as a thank- you gift last year.

"Wow, this kitchen is gorgeous!" she tells me as I open the fridge and grab a bottle of Fiji water.

I place the bottle in front of her and can't help but smile at the way her eyes are sparkling from the overhead lights. "Thanks," she says and quickly takes a few sips.

An overwhelming urge to hold her, to protect her, to be the one to make sure she never experiences sadness again is beginning to consume me. I can't believe anyone would want to betray her the way Jason has.

"Are you feeling a little better?" I ask her while pulling out a few ingredients from the fridge. I plan to make her one of my favorite dishes. Honey garlic salmon, pan- seared scallops, asparagus, and roasted potatoes.

being in this kitchen every night if

better since I dumped

curling into a tiny smile. Seeing her sadness washing away tugs at my heart in a

"Any man would be thrilled to be with someone like you," my sincere words flow out of me without a second thought. I want Abby

widen a little. I feel my cock swelling once more as I'm taking in the sight of how beautiful and innocent she

she asks me in a hushed voice while looking down

disheartening knowing that Abby doesn't seem to think as highly

swear my heart skips a beat. Her cleavage rises and falls with each breath she takes, making my cock harden to

measure.

and place a tender kiss on her hand and then grab her face between my hands, peering deep into her eyes so that she can sense my sincerity. "Of course, I mean it, Abby You're the most gorgeous

to get another word out, my mouth is on hers. Tasting and claiming her lips. I groan when her tongue tentatively joins mine. The kiss is insatiable and fueled by deep passion. The way her body relaxes against mine and quiet whimpers flow from her lips. I don't

my veins while our tongues slide and dance together. A heat so intense that I can't stop the groans flowing from my chest. Or the obvious tent that's forming in