Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 91

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?"

you wait to tell me this until you're..." I fling a hand toward

his teeth. "I'm not leaving

away from is 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 an

Aleksei.

charged Adonis...who claims to want me. Bad. Even after walking in on him touching himself in the shower, our relationship didn't change. Not on his end, anyway. I was walking into walls for two months, the hot vision of his big hand stroking up and down his shaft painted on

explanation, Aleksei. Or I'll..." I search the car for some threat inspiration, my gaze landing on

"Your lunch time is in seventeen minutes, Georgina. You will not be

wrist, I flutter my eyelashes at him. "Then I guess you

are a very challenging creature.” His fingers tap on the steering

smile seems to distract

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

my mother's funeral. My father was so paranoid, he wouldn't let me leave the house, and I

expression warms, before the stoicism returns and chases it

for free. Do you understand? Not for him or me.” He pauses. "My mother and sister needed a

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

as soon as the words leave my mouth. Normally wouldn't hesitate to let Aleksej know I appreciate him. But that was before he touched me. Before he

I worry

though? God, I can barely

"Georgina."

"Yes," I breathe.

You will not

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