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.

don't cook often. But for Abby, I wouldn't mind being

better since I dumped

smile. Seeing her sadness washing away tugs at my heart

placing the items on the counter next to the stove. "Any man would be thrilled to be with someone like you," my sincere words

widen a little. I feel my cock swelling once more

that?" she asks me in a hushed voice while looking

doesn't seem to think as highly of herself as I do. But I'll make sure to tell her every day of my life just how much she means

Her cleavage rises and falls

measure.

between my hands, peering deep into her eyes so that she can sense my sincerity. "Of course, I mean it, Abby You're

manage 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

heat so intense that I can't stop the groans flowing from my chest. Or the obvious tent