Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 50

2: Lia.

"Lia..." he swallows hard, looking anywhere else but my face. I detect the stern warning in his tone, but I pay it no mind. "W-What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing, hm?" I hum, grunting as I successfully take his tie off, then bat my lashes as I trail the silk down between my breasts, finally, finally getting his eyes there. I feel the heat emanating off him, a muscle jumping in his cheek when I arch my back a little. "I'm just having fun, Daddy," I whisper seductively, dropping the tie and flattening my palm, riding it up the front of his perfumed, well-pressed suit. "You work so hard. You should burn steam sometimes. It'll be good for your health...make you less grumpy." To God, I'm not lying. At all.

Tristan spends six out of the seven days of the week working his arse off.

The last day, Sunday, he spends it with Eric — and it's for a few hours only.

Afterwards, he locks himself in his private office for the rest of the day, while Eric is left with no option than to invite me over for a sleepover.

I'm truly worried about his stress level. I'm worried that when, eventually, he's ready to lay back and have fun it'll be too late then. It's not an excuse for me to get closer, promise.

life since he moved

and I care about the both of them even more than my own father.

not grumpy, Lia. And I'm fine. I really am," he exhales, his jaw still clenched. "You shouldn't be standing so close to me..." his gaze falls to my hand on his chest. "And your hands...they shouldn't—" He trails off with a groan when I pop the first button open, the sight of his bare,

though I'm sure you'll look twice hotter wearing a T-shirt instead.” “You should stop this

a skirt that covers your pert, little teenage arse? You're still a child, Lia." The question comes out rushed. He turns away, closing his eyes and shaking his head, You know what? Forget about whatever I just said. I shouldn't have asked you that. What you choose to wear doesn't concern me." I can hardly think

his shirt back and folds his big arms over his

about this. Understand?" Knowing that I'll never have an opportunity as good as this for at least a long while, I defy his words, sticking my tongue out as I hop onto the counter, dragging my arse backwards, excited beyond words when Tristan's

"Eric is probably engrossed in his video games and wouldn't need me there to distract him. Besides, I'm having way more fun

"No. This...this is madness." We both look down at the same time, at his bulging crotch, then back up at each

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blowing up my circuits, shooting electricity through my body. haven't been with a woman ever since Sherry died. It's