Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 92

5: Aleksei.

It's time for Georgina's lunch.

When she doesn't eat, everything I say is the wrong thing. So we don't miss meals.

She has been quiet since I informed her my shackles come off tonight. Quiet and...restless. I take a book from the glove compartment and drop it in her lap, but she starts to read it upside down, so I stow it away again. Her fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, her feet perform an awkward dance routine, and she keeps changing the radio stations, never settling.

I have an urge to park the car and pull her across the seat, into my lap. It's what she needs. A good, hard ride on her man's cock. Even if she doesn't realize it yet.

Soon.

There are some things we must speak about, before I take her body. But even I am not stupid enough to inform Georgina of her future when she has an empty stomach. She might have been born in Chicago, but she has a fiery Russian temper. In the future, I have no doubt I'll fuck her mid — tantrum —

frequently but I want her first time to be...

Romantic.

My lip curls at such a feminine notion. Only Georgina could make a cold-blooded killer consider things like candles and high thread count sheets. I never imagined myself as a husband. And I never would have, if I hadn't met the angel. Now I can think of nothing but making every second of her life happy. Providing and protecting what God has given me. Perhaps Georgina and I have different notions about what she requires to be content, but she will come around to my way of thinking. There is no other choice.

A hint of unease creeps into my chest, but I banish it.

exit right on time. The gourmet sandwich shop is not

God, it's huge." She fumbles with the door handle, unable to take her eyes off

back her against the car, thrust my erection up between her thighs and introduce her to the only cock she'll ever know, damn the potential witnesses. But as always, when II take her out in public, heads begin turning almost immediately. In Georgina's direction. There is a breeze blowing against the hem of her skirt, the white material teasing the underside of her tempting ass. That same breeze stiffens her nipples and makes her shiver, skyrocketing my protective instincts. Grinding my teeth together, I

my jealousy? I wonder if she still would if she knew how deep it runs. "Thank you for the library," she whispers. "Can we

lead her to the restaurant. "After you eat." "I'm not

consumes every bite. I eat much faster, so I lean back in my

the sight of her mouth moving, the little pleased noises she

the

place cranes their neck

mine. Until

fuck off. By the time Georgina finishes, we're the only ones left in the

and smiles up at me. "I guess I should enjoy

much like guilt. "Only one hour in the library,

the library. "Freshman orientation isn't until tomorrow night. We have until then to move me into the dorm." She sends me

child trying to get laid around every corner? This is what she considers no sweat? There is only one way for me to retain my sanity,

quickly usher her into the library. Her intake of breath distracts me from my dark thoughts, replacing them with preciation over her reaction. There's a beam of sunlight streaming in through a

and it lands on the

brighter. She

lips and turns