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.

be a lot of questions regarding the suited messenger

I say, shaking my head while accepting the silver-and-white

same, though, because

me.

course of the last week, he's showered me

apartment, both of which are waiting for me near 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.

everything is so perfect. When my evenings belong to Tristan, just like

my bedroom and close the door,

array of

closing the final box

It's him. Tristan.

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 and groaned, thrusting ferociously into me from behind, the force of his drives lifting me off the ground. Now, I rol! over

I whisper into the

“I miss you,

I look down at the hand resting on

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

Slowly, I sit up.

This is a first.

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

That's definitely unexpected.

is fluttering up

feelings for

can bring you lunch, if you want. I'm working on my class schedule, but I still have a few days to finalize. I

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

this go without comment. "You are going to cease conquering the universe in the

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

lips part on a silent moan, thighs cinching together. "I ache, too, Big

rattle in my ear. "I'm not just talking about my cock. I'm aching everywhere. My chest, my gut. You've...done something to me. I can't describe it. Since we agreed on you being mine, my world looks different. I'm less cynical. Less impatient with people. I...it's you, Lia. You're having this effect on me. And I want to see your beautiful face in the daylight. I want to hold you, make you smile. Do I

pressed to my racing heart. "No. No,

sound ridiculous. You've done