Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 85

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Tristan has an armed guard meet me downstairs in the lobby

this time.

I’m escorted upstairs and no one is allowed into the elevator

with me.

I know he’s just ensuring my safety, but I wonder if he’s aware of how hot it makes me all over, how coveted his protectiveness

makes me feel. I’m all but melted against the wall of the

elevator, fanning my fevered skin. For someone who claims he wants to see me for more than just sex, he is really trying to get

attacked.

We arrive on the top floor and I follow the guard through a sea of curiosity, the traders and market analysts looking up from

their desks to watch me walk to their boss’s office. Remembering Tristan’s directive from last time, I don’t make eye contact with any of them, wanting him to be pleased with

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Wanting to be a good girl from the man who is so good to me.

The guard opens the door for me and I step into the crisp, dark interior of Tristan’s space, the fire crackling straight ahead, his

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desk to the left. And looking at him, I can tell immediately the eleven o’clock meeting didn’t go like he wanted. His shoulders are all bunched up and he’s frowning at the computer screen, hands balled in fists on the surface of his desk.

But all of that stress visibly melts away when he sees me.

“Lia,” he mouths, pushing back from his desk and standing.

“Jesus. Come here.”

I don’t hesitate. I set down my oversized bag containing his lunch and my course paperwork, crossing the floor and walking straight into his arms. Moaning when his hard mouth stamps down over mine, his tongue invading the hollow of my mouth and stroking in, out, in deeper. Our bodies mold together as if magnetized, his hands groping for my ass, lifting me roughly against his growing erection. So good. So perfect, but if we keep this up, I’m going to be bent over the desk within a minute -and I would love every single second. Both of us would. But my heart came here hoping for more. I think Tristan needs more than our physical connection, too, so when the kiss is finished and we break for air, I give him a solemn look and start to

loosen his tie.

“I don’t like seeing you so stressed, Big Daddy,” I pout, taking his big hand and guiding him to the desk, pushing him back into his chair. I remove his tie completely, dropping it into a silk pile.

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beside his keyboard, flicking open his top button. With a serious sniff, I collect my bag from the other side of the room and turn, laying out what I brought. “This sandwich has all the vitamin C

and magnesium vegetables to help you de–stress.”

He looks dubious. “A vegetarian sandwich?”

“Don’t knock it until you try it. And before you assume I’m

putting you on a diet–I am certainty not, I love every sexy inch

of you there is a giant dark chocolate bar in here, too. Also,

good for destressing.” I trail a finger across his shoulder while

circling around the back of him, digging my thumbs into his

muscles in a slow, relaxing massage. “Get started. I’ll just be

back here making sure my favorite man is taken care of.”

His head drops forward. “Christ, that feels so good, baby.”

My pulse pumps madly, pleasure passing through me in a wave,

all the way down to my toes. This is what I want. What I love.

Taking care of him in these small but significant ways. He likes

to buy me expensive material items and I’m the one who

soothes him. Makes him better from behind the scenes. It’s

what I’ve longed for since the first time I walked past Tristan’s office and saw him pinching the bridge of his nose, poring over endless paperwork.

After absorbing my touch for several minutes in silence, he

takes a bite of the sandwich. “Damn,” he rumbles, examining it.

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“This isn’t half bad.”

I wiggle my hips triumphantly. “I’m going to have you meditating

in no time.”

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