Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 58

10: Lia.

"I want to." I take his hand and press the palm to my cheek. "Talk to me."

Tristan hedges a moment. "You know I haven't been with anyone. Since the divorce." He rolls a thick shoulder. "A lot of that was because of work.

Because I didn't meet anyone that interested me. But, uh...the divorce had a lot to do with it, too. Eric's mother and I weren't a great match. We didn't have the same interests, but we came from money. It was more for status than anything. When she left, though...it was because of..." He nods down at his midsection. "The way I look. Big and bulky. Not lean like the tennis player husbands at the country club.”

I've only met Eric's mother on a handful of occasions and I'm pretty sure I was too overcome with jealousy that she'd been married to Tristan to pay much attention. Right now, I'd like to stomp on her instep and bust her stupid nose, though. That much I know. "Well, I'm sorry, but that's really horrible and shallow," I say, my own nose starting to burn out of outrage and the need to cry for this man who provides for everyone without complaint. "That's more of a reflection of her character than you." He gives me an appreciative look, but clearly doesn't believe me, so I swing for the fences because there's no way my sugar daddy is going to feel anything less than amazing when he's with me. I can't believe he doesn't know how desirable he is. “Listen to me. You're sexy as shit. That thing you do...where you roll up your sleeves and plant both fists on the kitchen counter, the way you manspread in your swim trunks with those log-cabin thighs. That gray and black chest hair. Like, oh my god." I bite my lip and give a low squeal, tugging him toward me by the front of his shirt.

"I've been wanting to ride the Tristan train since it was highly illegal."

His chest has started to heave. "Did you now?"

my lashes. "Uh-huh." I rake my breasts side to side against his chest, his rumble vibrating my

teach

paid or if you really mean it," he says, backing me against the door. His

me. Massaging. "Either way, it makes my

Everything," I moan, breaking off

my underwear and enters

wet gash, baby," he growls in my ear,

heat, by lust for this man, all I can do

Rolls. Diamonds." He pushes deep with his fingers and looks me

this pussy for Big

into his hand, arching my

ever want for

to make him understand we could work. That we're supposed to be together and there's no use fighting it. That the money is secondary to what I

I'm going to take you back to the hotel so you