Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 80

9: Lia.

“My chakras,” I repeat, leaning back to look her over. Fuck. Now

that she’s inside, I can see those black, see–through tights end

just below the hem of her T–shirt. If she bent forward, those

sweet curves of her buns would be right there for the taking-

and oh, I plan to take.

Hard.

“Yes, your chakras.” Her expression is very solemn. Even a little

worried. For me. ”

can’t see what I see, Big Daddy.” Nimble

fingers dance over my shoulders, digging into pressure points

and massaging. “All this locked–up tension.”

Her fingers find a knot and I groan, “That’s what you’re here for,

Lia.”

Is she blushing? This girl who seduced me in my office? “Yes, I

am.” She chews on her luscious lip a moment. “But I was

thinking…when was the last time you went out?”

“Out where? To eat? I had a business dinner earlier this week.”

“Let me rephrase. When was the last time you went out when it

wasn’t work–related?”

9. La

I flip back through my mental calendar containing engagements from the last year and I can’t think of a single time I did anything if money wasn’t on the line. “I don’t know.”

Her blue eyes flicker with sympathy, then determination. “Come on.” She picks up her purse, hanging it on her shoulder. “Let’s

go.”

“Lia.” Shaking my head, I catch the front of her T–shirt and haul her up against me. “No more of your cock teasing. I need to

fuck you. Badly.”

“I know,” she breathes–and there’s that vulnerability again. It

makes her look startlingly young. Innocent. A little girl in front of

her Big Daddy. “I…I…”

Following instinct, I fold her into my arms, shocked at the level.

of comfort/l get out of holding her, offering her security. “What

is it, baby?”

“I’m a little nervous about tonight. M–my first time,” she

whispers into my throat. “Maybe if we go out for a while, I’ll quit

wondering if I’ll be good enough. Or if I’ll be what you’re hoping

for-”

I interrupt her with a sound of utter disbelief, leaning back to

see if she’s joking. And…she’s not. She’s actually serious. “Are

you forgetting you made me come in my pants at the office?”

Lia

“No.” A hint of a proud smile dances across her lips. “I’ll never

forget. But talking…a big game is what I’m best at. You know?

Flaunting and flirting. I’ve never had to deliver.” She runs her

hands up my chest and releases an uneven breath, her eyes

going a little hazy. “I really, really want to deliver, I’m just…”

“You need foreplay.”

Inhaling the scent from my shirt collar, she nods. “I think so,

yes.” Her body presses to mine and I indulge the insistent need to envelop her in a hug, rocking her side to side in her big girl

tights and high heels, ignoring the agonizing pain between my

legs. I give this girl what she needs. I’m her…Big Daddy. It’s

getting easier and easier to think in those terms. The dynamic

between us is slightly twisted and a whole lot intoxicating. Do I

want to carry her into the bedroom and bang her rotten on that

extra–large bed? Yes. Fuck yes. I want to look into her big blue

eyes and watch them widen when I pop her cherry.

But I’m also driven to provide what she needs. And if she needs.

time to calm her nerves, there is no way I’m going to deny her,

no matter what my body wants.

“You’re not old enough to go to a bar,” I say dryly, combing my

fingers through her long, icy–blonde hair. “Where do you propose

we go?”

She leans back and gives me a dazzling smile that sends my

9: Lia.

heart flying up into my throat. “I know the perfect place.”

Lia.

Oh my God, he is so hot.

Does he know I get wetter every time he adjusts his belt buckle?

of craz

Standing outside Wonderbluss, I call myself nine kinds

for wanting to leave the hotel room. He could be on top of me

right now, pressing me down with his full, delicious weight,

taking his male relief with my body. I could be giving myself to

him. Completely. My body would finally belong to Tristan, joining

the heart he claimed a long time ago.

But I meant what I said. I’m nervous.

I spent all day trying on outfits and binging espresso. Lotioning.

Pacing.

Tristan is a powerful man. I’m a virgin with a fast mouth.

What if I’ve oversold myself and then I underdeliver?

What if, in the end, he only wants sex from me and breaks my

heart?

9th.

He does a double take. “What?”

La.

forearms wrapping at the front of my hips, his steady