Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 57

9: Lia.

"My chakras," I repeat, leaning back to look her over. Fuck. Now that she's inside, I can see those black, see-through tights end just below the hem of her T-shirt. If she bent forward, those sweet curves of her buns would be right there for the taking—and oh, I plan to take.

Hard.

"Yes, your chakras." Her expression is very solemn. Even a little worried. For me. "You can't see what I see, Big Daddy." Nimble fingers dance over my shoulders, digging into pressure points and massaging. "All this locked-up tension."

Her fingers find a knot and I groan, "That's what you're here for, Lia."

Is she blushing? This girl who seduced me in my office? "Yes, I am." She chews on her luscious lip a moment. “But I was thinking...when was the last time you went out?"

"Out Where? To eat? I had a business dinner earlier this week."

"Let me rephrase. When was the last time you went out when it wasn't work- related?"

I flip back through my mental calendar containing engagements from the last year and I can't think of a single time I did anything if money wasn't on the line. "I don't know."

Her blue eyes flicker with sympathy, then determination. "Come on." She picks up her purse, hanging it on her shoulder. "Let's go."

"Lia." Shaking my head, I catch the front of her T-shirt and haul her up against me. "No more of your cock teasing. I need to fuck you. Badly."

"I know," she breathes—and there's that vulnerability again. It makes her look startlingly young. Innocent. A little girl in front of her Big Daddy. "I...1..."

Following instinct, I fold her into my arms, shocked at the level of comfort I get out of holding her, offering her security. "What is it, baby?"

"I'm a little nervous about tonight. M-my first time," she whispers into my throat. "Maybe if we go out for a while, I'll quit wondering if I'll be good enough. Or if I'll be what you're hoping for—"

I interrupt her with a sound of utter disbelief, leaning back to see if she's joking. And...she's not. She's actually serious. "Are you forgetting you made me come in my pants at the office?"

"No." A hint of a proud smile dances across her lips. "I'll never forget. But talking...a big game is what I'm best at. You know? Flaunting and flirting. I've never had to deliver." She runs her hands up my chest and releases an uneven breath, her eyes going a little hazy. "I really, really want to deliver, I'm just..."

"You need foreplay."

Inhaling the scent from my shirt collar, she nods. "I think so, yes." Her body presses to mine and I indulge the insistent need to envelop her in a hug, rocking her side to side in her big girl tights and high heels, ignoring the agonizing pain between my legs. I give this girl what she needs. I'm her...Big Daddy. It's getting easier and easier to think in those terms. The dynamic between us is slightly twisted and a whole lot intoxicating. Do I want to carry her into the bedroom and bang her rotten on that extra-large bed? Yes. Fuck yes. I want to look into her big blue eyes and watch them widen when I pop her cherry.

But I'm also driven to provide what she needs. And if she needs time to calm her nerves, there is no way I'm going to deny her, no matter what my body wants.

enough to go to a bar," I say dryly, combing my fingers through her long, icy-blonde hair. "Where do you

leans back and gives me a dazzling smile that sends my heart flying up into my throat. "I

Lia.

my God, he is

get wetter every time

could be on top of me right now, pressing me down with his full, delicious weight, taking his male relief with my body. I could be giving myself to him. Completely. My body would finally belong to Tristan,

I meant what I said. I'm

trying on outfits

a powerful man. I'm a

oversold myself and then

he only wants sex from

if "What is this place?" Tristan asks, opening the

installations for adults. It's meant to stimulate the senses." We stop in front of a black, floor-to-ceiling velvet curtain and Tristan pays the indifferent man at the front desk. A moment later, we enter the broad, pitch-black hallway and I thread my fingers through Tristan's, giggling over the skepticism

door. Trust

scans the series of doors, each of them painted in

him an impish

still dubious, he tips his chin at the

sound so nervous," I laugh, towing him in that direction. "It's

the interactive

does a double take.

"Only kidding

at him as

door and

come

the ceiling. They pulse in a slow rhythm, the low sounds of a heartbeat pumping from an

been here a couple

but they

installations monthly."

he doesn't answer, I glance upward

hand and positioning me in front of him, one of those thick forearms wrapping around the front of my hips, his steady breath on the crown of my head. And I am, indeed, all lit up, the blacklights making the material of my T-shirt glow. "Il was thinking about what you said before. About talking a big game, but not having

I swallow hard. "Yeah?"

how it's

head drops back against his chest and

first day of kindergarten, I was so nervous. I couldn't sleep, my stomach was tied up in knots. Back then, my grandmother was living with us. She used to be a