Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 91

4: Georgina.

Is this real life?

Sheltered or not, I'm usually capable of assessing a situation pretty fast.

Reading people. Solving dilemmas. But I can't make sense of this. Aleksei, the man I've been having illicit fantasies about for years, has been having them about me, too?

No way. I don't believe it. All those times I snuck into his bedroom because I was "scared of the thunder" (I wasn't), he refused to take any of the openings I gave him. I mean, call me crazy, but when a half-naked girl combs her fingers through a man's chest hair and purrs like a kitten, that's a sure-fire sign she's interested in more. But he'd only lain there like a stone statue, grunting at me in Russian to stop interrupting his sleep.

All this time, has he wanted to push me down into the mattress and...

I can't even bring myself to think the word, because I'm already slick. Right where

it counts. And he keeps frowning at my squeezed - together legs, as if he knows

it.

"I don't believe you. About wanting me."

His jaw muscle flexes. Hard. He's angry now? "Don't believe me?"

tell me this until you're..." I fling a hand toward the passing scenery, "essentially driving

his teeth. "I'm not leaving you.

Aleksei. He's the one who brings home a cake and candles to celebrate my birthday when my father forgets. He's the one who fusses and threatens the doctors when I'm sick. My friend, the only man who's ever made my lady parts clench...my uncle who isn't really

Aleksei.

in on him touching himself in the shower, our relationship didn't change. Not on

explanation, Aleksei. Or I'll..." I search the car for some threat inspiration, my gaze landing on the granola bar sticking out of my purse. "I won't eat until

his powerful frame grows even stiffer. "Your lunch time is in

on a bent wrist, I flutter my eyelashes at him.

grunts, looking at me with grudging approval. "You are a very challenging creature.” His fingers tap on the steering wheel. "Very

smile seems to

maintain that grateful attitude." His cheek flexes for long moments as he stares out at the road ahead. "Do you remember

turn and lay the side of my face on the leather seat. "It was the week after my mother's funeral. My father was so paranoid, he wouldn't let me leave the house, and I thought I'd be a prisoner forever, but...he trusted you to protect me. Before you even

warms, before the stoicism returns and chases

didn't come for free. Do you understand? Not for him or me.” He pauses. "My mother and sister needed a home in Chicago, and your father had the connections I didn't, being so

much already. Aleksei's family is private and they don't come to the house very often, unless there's some news that must be delivered in person. But I always know when it's someone's birthday because he asks my opinion when ordering flowers or a gift

I appreciate him. But that was before

I worry saying how much

Aren't I, though? God, I can barely sit

"Georgina."

"Yes," I breathe.

You will not stop