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."

"Christ,

my toes. This is what I want. What I love. Taking care of him in these small but significant ways. He

since the first

absorbing my touch for several minutes in silence, he takes a bite of the sandwich. "Damn," he rumbles, examining it. "This isn't

"I'm going to have you meditating in

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

kiss

an explanation. "For you, mostly. You work harder than anyone. I was little, my father's business partner would come to the house for dinner once a week. Bunton was in his fifties, a

father was the young upstart. And one day, Bunton didn't come to dinner anymore because the stress gave him a heart

crowded. "If something like that h-happened

back, he seems like he wants to say something important, his complexion reddening slightly. "Let's just say, my priorities

whisper,

my fortune. I...have a girl I want to spend it on." He picks up

"A girl I

time and money on me. He can have both of those things while I'm his sugar baby. He isn't saying anything about going public with our relationship or seriously committing. But I

talking about me, by any chance?" I murmur, kissing

Tristan slides something across

that answer your question,

body has an odd response to Tristan's

thought he was on

for me. Instead, he's giving me a bottomless credit

is

that makes my flesh clench needily. There

that

paid for pleasure, turns me wet and pliant. My beart and my body are

wife