Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 53

5: Tristan.

No. It couldn't be Lia.

I must be seeing things.

I rub my eyes vigorously with the back of my arm and peer at the screen again to make sure I'm not hallucinating. But there it is, Lia's pictures; poignant, gorgeous, tempting, and so... revealing.

In one, she's wearing a light-blue, sheen-like bikini, lying on her side, her left arm resting on her hip as she shoots the camera that bold, flirtatious smile of hers I know so well. She's listed in the FEATURED section - the first on the fucking list. No surprise there. She is outrageously beautiful with bedroom eyes that speak of higher intelligence and a terse smartness. Those lithe thighs and glossy lips would make men lose control of their third legs in a heartbeat. She has that much appeal.

Now that I think about it, who else has access to this website? Thousands of men? Millions, perhaps? Every single one of them would click on her, including me. I have no choice, and I'm so bored. I tell myself I'm just browsing through her profile, gathering information in order to put a stop to this nonsense. I tell myself I'm merely looking out for her, but hell, these photos of her frolicking on the beach, looking like a sculptured goddess with the sun reflecting off her porcelain skin like that give me the hard-on of my existence.

Somehow, I manage to drag my gaze away from the last photo which is of her wet, dripping buns, and read the actual bio.

Hey there! Couldn't resist clicking on my pictures, I guess? *Wink wink*. I'm Lia. I'm just a normal, college girl searching for financial support in exchange for a private, relaxing, fun-filled time with you...

I snap the laptop close, not bothering to read the rest.

What the actual fuck? Does she need financial support?

ranks together. I've been to his home countless times for visits and dinners. Lia's family is well-to- do and financially stable. That's even an

Why would she lie about such a

to my throat. I know I should mind my business and stay

some corny dating

so inappropriate and sickening,

self-loathing, I pick up my phone and unlock it with a swipe, scrolling through Lia's phone number. I don't remember when I took it from her, but I've had it for quite a long while, wanting to have a trusted backup way of reaching Eric when they venture out of the house

as fuck. But I've never had cause to use it. Until

her soft, flirty voice is making my cock throb relentlessly in

me. I hate it, and I love it at

third ring. "Well, hello there, Big Daddy," she sing-songs

sexy voice. "What a

idea sprouting in the depths of my mind. I want to see her face as we're having the discussion. I want to weigh her reactions - know if she's telling the truth or not. If I lose my temper with her, I

this responsibly as

should be calling her father instead, you old

should be letting him handle the

control of the situation.

his daughter. Not