Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 62

14: Lia.

Tristan has an armed guard meet me downstairs in the lobby this time.

I'm escorted upstairs and no one is allowed into the elevator with me.

I know he's just ensuring my safety, but I wonder if he's aware of how hot it makes me all over, how coveted his protectiveness makes me feel. I'm all but melted against the wall of the elevator, fanning my fevered skin. For someone who claims he wants to see me for more than just sex, he is really trying to get attacked.

We arrive on the top floor and I follow the guard through a sea of curiosity, the traders and market analysts looking up from their desks to watch me walk to their boss's office. Remembering Tristan's directive from last time, I don't make eye contact with any of them, wanting him to be pleased with me.

Wanting to be a good girl from the man who is so good to me.

The guard opens the door for me and I step into the crisp, dark interior of Tristan's space, the fire crackling straight ahead, his desk to the left. And looking at him, I can tell immediately the eleven o'clock meeting didn't go like he wanted. His shoulders are all bunched up and he's frowning at the computer screen, hands balled in fists on the surface of his desk.

But all of that stress visibly melts away when he sees me.

"Lia," he mouths, pushing back from his desk and standing. "Jesus. Come here."

I don't hesitate. I set down my oversized bag containing his lunch and my course paperwork, crossing the floor and walking straight into his arms.

if

Moaning when his hard mouth stamps down over mine, his tongue invading the hollow of my mouth and stroking in, out, in deeper. Our bodies mold together magnetized, his hands groping for my ass, lifting me roughly against his growing erection. So good. So perfect, but if we keep this up, I'm going to be bent over the desk within a minute-and I would love every single second. Both of us would. But my heart came here hoping for more. I think Tristan needs more than our physical connection, too, so when the kiss is finished and we break for air, I give him a solemn look and start to loosen his tie.

"I don't like seeing you so stressed, Big Daddy," I pout, taking his big hand and guiding him to the desk, pushing him back into his chair. I remove his tie completely, dropping it into a silk pile beside his keyboard, flicking open his top button. With a serious sniff, I collect my bag from the other side of the room and turn, laying out what I brought. "This sandwich has all the vitamin C and magnesium vegetables to help you de-stress."

He looks dubious. "A vegetarian sandwich?"

"Don't knock it until you try it. And before you assume I'm putting you on a diet-l am certainty not, I love every sexy inch of you there is a giant dark chocolate bar in here, too. Also good for destressing." I trail a finger across his shoulder while circling around the back of him, digging my thumbs into his muscles in a slow, relaxing massage. "Get started. I'll just be back here making sure my favorite man is taken care of."

head drops forward. "Christ,

passing through me in a wave, all the way down to my toes. This is what I want. What I love. Taking care of him in

better from behind the scenes. It's what I've longed for since the first time I walked past Tristan's office and saw him pinching the bridge of his nose, poring over

minutes in silence, he takes a bite of the sandwich.

wiggle my hips triumphantly. "I'm going

bothers you, doesn't it? Having me so stressed out and

nod, leaning in to kiss

harder than anyone. I was little, my father's business partner would come

where my father was the young upstart. And one day, Bunton didn't

starts to get crowded. "If something like

"I won't let it. I'm.." Pulling back, he seems like he wants to say something important, his complexion reddening slightly. "Let's

whisper,

want to spend it on." He picks up

"A girl I

anything about going public with our relationship or seriously committing. But I refuse to be disappointed. We've only had a week since our arrangement started. I'm being greedy by wanting more already. It's my heart's

me, by any chance?" I murmur, kissing

lieu of response, Tristan slides something across his desk. A black

card. "Does that answer your

odd response to Tristan's newest

sinks, because I thought he was on the

for me. Instead, he's giving

is

that makes my flesh clench

that

the naughty little secret, paid for pleasure, turns me wet and

wife