Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 56

8: Tristan.

I pace the floor of the hotel suite, stopping at the window and looking out over the bright lights of the city skyline. I've always been an honorable man.

As decent as one can possibly be while maintaining his success in the world of finance. I don't gamble, drink heavily or womanize and I keep my word. Yet here I am, waiting for an eighteen-year-old girl to arrive so I can pay her for sex.

Looking at my reflection in the window, I know damn well that paying Lia is the only way I'd ever get the privilege of having her beneath me. We're old and young. Big and small. Coarse and smooth. Because of that, there is something comforting about the fact that I'll be compensating her. When she arrives, I plan to outline our agreement in a clear, concise manner and that will help, too. Having a detailed understanding. A mutually beneficial venture is something I understand. Maybe after we've met privately a few times, I'll stop feeling this sweaty, horny shame for wanting to ride a girl twenty-seven years my junior. Wanting to get my dick into her so bad, my briefs are twisted around the turgid flesh, my balls like two tight knots.

I've booked the presidential suite at the Fairbourne and the bed waits silently in the other room, taunting me. Am I really doing this? Am I really a sugar daddy now?

Ever since Lia came to my office and I came in my pants like a school boy, I've done some research and these arrangements are not unusual. In fact, they're common for men of my ilk. That doesn't make me feel any better. If anything, I feel

worse.

Lia is the furthest thing from common. She's bright and sharp and warm. Her laughter has always been a source of joy in my home. Her wit can match anyone. She's always fussing over me, telling me I work too much. Bringing glasses of warm milk or herbal tea to my office when I'm working late and she's hanging out with Eric Eric.

Jesus, how would I explain this to my son?

I started making arrangements for the following night. I've been watching the clock, waiting for this. Aching. Jesus, the things she said to me. The way she tugged me off through my pants, her perky

And afterward...

never wanted to hold someone

the breezy one. She has a quip

sitting there on

believe

needed her

to rock her against my chest and kiss her forehead. I've never had this kind of relationship with anyone, nor have I wanted one. Where I'm the father figure and the lover. With Lia...I don't know. It feels inevitable. Feels right. Like something we both need very badly. I've regretted not rocking and soothing her since she left my office and I won't have those same regrets after she leaves

at nine o'clock and there is

window, planning on pouring myself a drink, when my phone

Work.

never let a work

life. It's how

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my chest. I take the call and assuage the man's concerns about the price of wheat skyrocketing in China due to a storm destroying forty percent of the country's crops. I assure him that we've already maximized the potential of an investment-such is the cutthroat world of finance-and end the call with him calmed down. But by that time, there is a pounding in my temple. I toss my phone onto the

last time I wasn't stressed- There's

blood in my body rushes south, my mouth drying