Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 61

13: Lia.

I'm trying really hard to focus on organizing my class schedule, but gifts keep arriving.

It has been a week since my first time with Tristan. Since then, we've been meeting at the suite every night at nine o'clock...and I've never been so happy.

So cherished and safe and excited to wake up in the morning. My body is sated and sore. My heart is blooming with new love and appreciation for the man who is now my sugar daddy.

The man I want to be so much more.

Soon.

Every time we're together, we become closer.

It's not just about the raw, filthy sex. Or the fact that we're addicting to giving and receiving pleasure from one another. No, it's also about the quiet moments afterwards when he holds me and we talk. About silly things and important ones. Problems that arose during our day apart. Our favorite foods and places in the city and movies.

We are twenty-seven years apart and have different personalities. He's quiet, stern and I'm outgoing, bubbly. He has a ten-year plan and I barely have a ten-

minute plan. But we also have a lot in common. We both love classic seventies rock and even play songs while lying in bed together occasionally.

Our favorite place to visit is Barcelona, though we've never been there together. And we both have secretly sensitive sides that we keep to ourselves. We share them with each other, though. Tristan doesn't hide from me and I don't hide from him.

Well.

Except for a couple of major secrets I'm keeping. But I don't plan to keep them much longer. Just a little while more. Just until I'm confident he won't freak out when I tell him I want to be with him. Forever. Without being paid.

Without him sending me gift after gift.

Speaking of...

I push back from the desk in my bedroom and flit across the cushy white rug.

Sunlight glints off the Olympic-sized swimming pool in the backyard and pours into my room, warming me in my belted robe as I make my way out into the hallway and down the stairs, so I can answer the front door. As recently as a year ago, one of the maids would have answered and informed me of the guest, but they've all been released because my father can no longer afford to pay them. I can't have Eric or any of my friends over-they would notice the lack of help immediately. But compared to our staff losing their income, it's not a serious hardship, so I don't complain about not being able to entertain.

wasn't home alone right now, there would be a lot of questions regarding the suited messenger on my front porch

shaking my head while accepting the silver-and-white

smiling all the same, though, because I love knowing Tristan is

me.

week, he's showered

my college campus. It's as though I'm right on the cusp of true adulthood and a new life is waiting for me to step into. I don't want to wait. If possible, I would move out of my parents' house today, but I have another month before I'm scheduled

perfect. When my evenings

bedroom and close the door, pulling

sapphire necklace, a diamond choker, an array of tennis bracelets

just finished closing the final box when my

It's him. Tristan.

pulsing at the memory of how he took me last night, my palms flat on the panoramic window, dressed in nothing but five-inch heels while he grunted

Daddy," I whisper into the receiver. "I miss

is unsteady in my ear. “I miss you,

already wearing it." I look down at the hand resting on my belly, the huge reck on top. "It matches my

His footsteps signal that he's starting to pace. "I don't think I can wait

Slowly, I sit up.

This is a first.

a machine during the day, taking endless meetings and phone calls, making large-scale decisions. The fact that he's stopping in the

That's definitely unexpected.

heart is fluttering up into my

for me are...expanding? Getting

class schedule, but I still have a few days to finalize. I need every

asks, then continues briskly. "Bring it with you. We'll

this go without comment. "You are going to cease conquering the universe in the middle of a weekday to help me with

He pauses for an extended moment. "Lia...

silent moan, thighs cinching together. "I ache, too,

world looks different. I'm less cynical. Less impatient with people. I...it's you, Lia. You're

I say breathlessly, my hand pressed to my racing

sound ridiculous. You've done something