Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

RUSSIAN ROULETTE.

Eighteen-year-old, spoilt, sassy and sweet Georgina Harris always had everyone at the tip of their toes whenever she was near. Her father was a reputable, filthy rich billionaire mogul, and the outside world was filled with snakes of all kinds. Being the only child, Georgina had to be protected at all costs.

When Aleksei was hired to guard Georgina Harris, the stubborn, sassy daughter of a distinguished billionaire, he was confident that the job will be just another walkover for him. But boy was he wrong. She was unlike anything he'd ever handled, and she made his icy heartstrings tug in ways they've never done before. The two of them soon become attached, but with college near, and Aleksei's staunch resolve to keep his hands off Georgina till the time was right turning thin, would they figure things out before it's too late and Georgina goes away?

1: Aleksei.

Some would call her a curse, but I know better. Little Georgina is an angel.

My angel.

Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Georgina is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald — green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven - colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her tits come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can't see it. I'd love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from my teeth.

Soon.

My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I'd done only an hour ago.

Uncle Aleksei, will you tie me up?

A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full-time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen-year-old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite -

and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to be claimed.

"As you know, Aleksei, when Georgina's mother was taken from me..." David Harris's hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. "Georgina was all I had left. She's been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I've trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life." His expression wilts. "College."

David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He's a man who doesn't mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years of fealty.

When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I'm a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David's right-hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for his own.

Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else's hands makes me want to commit slaughter.

"If it was up to me, she would go somewhere local. Private." David sighs, scrubbing both hands over his face. "But she wants her freedom. We can't keep her locked up forever."

Oh no?

A matter of opinion, perhaps.

I examine my knuckles. "You want me to drive her to college."

"Yes." David turns and watches Georgina through the window. "Keeping her sheltered for so long...it's going to backfire. She doesn't know how to make friends or go places alone. Christ, she doesn't know a damn thing about men." And she won't. No men but me.

I grip the armrest of the chair so tightly, it begins to snap, but I release it in time. "No," I agree, my voice grating. "She knows nothing of men."

If she did, she wouldn't be so comfortable sitting on my lap. Or parading

around her rooms in nothing but flimsy panties when I can clearly see her through the open door. My cock has gotten hard watching those little cheeks jiggle inside lace so many times, I've lost count.

Her body is not the only thing that stirs my manhood, though. Oh no. Others tend to write off my Georgina as a pampered brat who is spoiled thanks to

her paramour looks. Little do they know Michigan State gave her a full academic scholarship. I can't check books out of the library for her fast enough, and I've replaced her tutors several times because they couldn't devise a challenging curriculum. The angel keeps me on my toes. "I've asked a lot of you, Aleksei. My work schedule doesn't allow me to be home very often, and you've become Georgina's family." He gives me a look ripe with meaning. "And you haven't broken the promise you made me. You know the one. Hell, she even calls you Uncle."

I know this. I don't need a reminder of the purgatory I've been living in.

"You've become invaluable to me, not just as Georgina's bodyguard but as an operator."

We trade a look. Operator. Hit man. Same difference.

"You're the best I have on my payroll, but those skills haven't been utilized as much as I'd like. Once you help Georgina transition to college life, I need you back here working for me." He leans forward across the desk. "Without Georgina as a distraction, we can really focus your...talents...where they're needed. Name your price."

I'm saved from having to answer when Georgina explodes into the room, bringing color and light along with her. And too little clothing for my liking.

Bubbling with life, she turns in a pirouette, giving me a three-noveldrama

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hundred and sixty-degree view of my tight, teenage tease, her slender curves covered in nothing but green strips of wet nylon My muscles flex, my hands eager to reach for her. But I don't have to, because as usual, Georgina reaches for me first.

"Aleksei," she sing songs, taking her rightful spot on my thigh, throwing herself sideways against my chest and snuggling there. “You said you'd come outside and watch me dive."

My features stay neutral, but my head is filled with a forbidden image.

Georgina's legs spread on David's desk while I tongue — fuck her to a hip —

bucking orgasm. "Your father needed to speak with me."

Her fingers toy with the button of my coat. "About what?"

David smiles absently, his gaze drawn by something on his computer screen.

"Your drive to college tomorrow." He refocuses on his daughter, seeming to find nothing at all wrong with her clinging to me half naked, still dripping from the pool and looking like an advertisement for expensive internet porn. The ones I never click on because they aren't Georgina.

David's cluelessness is only one of the reasons have no guilt about what's to come. He has taken my reputation as a killer into

consideration and still allow

им

me to

raise his daughter. Me. A red blooded male taking on responsibilities of her meals, her schooling, even the purchase of her clothing.

Caring for her when she's sick.

Does he actually believe I could now part ways with my reward?

"You know I have my reservations about letting you attend school so far from home, but we've registered you under an alias. Your pictures haven't been in the media since you were thirteen, so there's no danger of being recognized. Aleksei is going to check your dorm for security and speak with personnel, to make sure you're settled before he leaves." David raps a fist on his desk. "Any instructions he gives you are for your own safety. Make sure you listen." "Of course." Green eyes flash up at me, full of wit and sass. "Don't I always?"