Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 93

6: Georgina.

Turnabout is fair play, right?

Aleksei has stroked my hormones like a harp player for the longest. I've lived for his grudging smiles and grunts of approval. I've woken up hot and sweaty because his lips accidentally grazed my earlobe during a hug, turning my dreams into graphic movies starring him. And me. It has not been easy living on the razor's edge of something I don't fully understand but am eager to learn about. And yes, maybe plotting to seduce him in a public library is a little impulsive. After all, he all but told me we're going all the way tonight. Mere hours from now.

A hot shiver passes through me as I turn down the darkened self-help aisle, Aleksei's boots thudding heavily on the marble behind me. I don't want to wait for tonight. This attraction ran thick between the both of us, so I'm kind of pissed that he kept me at a distance while I was suffering. We both had needs — Aleksei had no right to file it under his stubborn terms.

Maybe the politician's daughter is coming out to play, because I feel compelled to take back a little of the control he didn't see fit to allow me. I've been handled by my handler, and I don't appreciate knowing how much time we've wasted.

Aleksei thought I was playing games with him before? He ain't seen nothing yet.

I find what I'm looking for and stop, pointing to the top shelf. "Aleksei?" He's suddenly so huge beside me in the dim lighting, his tightly leashed control beginning to show signs of strain, it takes me a moment to continue. "Can you reach up and get me the big red one? The one with gold lettering on the spine?"

He seems surprised by my request, but complies. And I have the satisfaction of watching one dark eyebrow hop toward his hairline when he reads the title.

"The Kama Sutra, Georgina?"

I step between Aleksei and the shelf and slowly unbutton his signature black overcoat. Listening to his breath accelerate, I run a finger down his chest and stomach, feeling pretty smug when he groans. "I thought I could use some pointers for tonight." My index finger hooks in his waistband of his dress pants and tugs. "Don't you want me to be...ready?"

"I will put you in the positions that will bring you the most pleasure," Aleksei rasps, reaching over my head to slide the book back into its slot. "You will not need such pointers."

"Because you're going to teach me."

Pinpricks of sweat appear on his brow. "This is so."

The ragged hunger in his tone sends warmth pooling between my legs, so I rub my thighs together to help tend the ache. But it doesn't help. No, it only makes me desperate to be touched. If this plan backfires and I'm left hot to trot...without any actual trotting...I'm in for a world of hurt. "Can you give me a brief outline of the lesson plan now?"

moves within an inch of mine, those gray eyes deepening to black. "You tempt me to madness on my final day in

to the ground, arching my

grinds out, pressing

would have known if you'd

angel. Once I gave in and fucked you,

eyes, evidence of the danger lurking inside this man

remains a mystery. Except for the fact that I want him. And I know in the deepest part of my heart that Aleksei would never, ever do something that wasn't in my best interest. So I throw caution to the wind and incite his lust more. I want him to give me every ounce of it. "No. I'm not yours yet." My hands trace the outline of his chest and abdomen muscles as they heave into my palms. "Why don't you do something to

of dark promise when he says,

steam on my lips. How long is he going to keep his mouth a fraction of an inch from mine? Oh God. Every second he waits, bolts turn tight below my belly button, moisture collects inside my panties. Finally, his thumbs brush my hips and

floor, like the total rookie that I am. Tongue right off the bat? Isn't there supposed to be some lip stuff

me by the elbows and drags me back upright, wedging me between his made - of-stone body and the bookshelf, flicking his tongue against mine until I join him, mating our mouths in a rhythm

of choice. I know which of my father's associates make him stick closer to me when they're around, his lack of a middle name, that he secretly enjoys watching Ellen. Did I know he could kiss like this? Uh,

his hands roam down my backside. This time, they don't stop

With a tortured, male sound, the kiss deepens...and my feet leave the ground. My legs move automatically to surround his hips as I'm dragged slowly- - so slowly — up the

me.

Ill survive without these

your legs around me then, but you tried. You tried so hard. It was almost my undoing, Georgina, standing there

memory bombard from all

You...I didn't know what I'd done

"Nothing, angel. You're never

and every muscle below my waist constricts, ripping a whimper from my throat"This vow I made has almost been broken many times. I'd sell my soul to break it right now and

from Aleksei's confessions. His filthy speech that

realize I'm

em

bearing down on the thick tip of him, I'm totally sharing in that pain. Oh wow. My inner walls are clenching out of control, my thighs