Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 17

Wherever he takes me, hopefully, I’ll be able to have him inside of me soon.

By the time Luke turns the car into the parking lot of what appears to be an expensive hotel nestled right near a beach, my body is aching with desperation. The whole ride here all I could think about was last night.

And it doesn’t help that he somehow appears even sexier than yesterday.

His warm, chestnut eyes sparkle every time he glances in my direction. He’s still dressed in his work attire, the white dress shirt underneath his blazer is barely containing his rippling muscles. I want nothing more than to rip it off his body and beg him to fuck me until morning.

I have no idea how he manages to make me feel this way, but I’m pretty sure he could make me orgasm without even touching me.

“Abby, I hope you like it here,” his smooth voice pulls me away from my fantasy. He brings his hand to my arm, gently caressing it, and then places a quick kiss on my shoulder. “I can't wait to see you in a swimsuit.”

My nipples instantly react to his delicate touch, forming tiny peaks beneath my pink blouse. “Uh, I didn't pack a bathing suit or anything.” Had I known we'd be coming to a lavish beach resort, I would’ve brought multiple.

“No worries, there are a few boutiques on the first floor. I'm sure you'll find something,” he says with a smile before opening his car door.

Alump forms in my throat. My mind starts racing, wondering how many other women he’s brought here. He seems to know the place well enough.

Luke opens my door and extends his hand to me. “Um, have you been here before?” I question, partly not wanting to know the truth.

He lets out a chuckle before answering. “With another woman? No, I’ve done a company retreat here, though. My partner and I pick a new place for it every year.”

“Oh,” is all I can respond, feeling a little silly for asking, but more at ease.

“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the entrance of the resort. “Let’s get checked in then we'll find you the perfect, sexy outfit for the beach.”

A twinge of insecurity hits me and I briefly compare myself to her, but I quickly try to push it aside. I remind myself that Luke is with me, not anyone else. And despite the age difference and the taboo nature of our attraction, I know I’m the only one he wants.

A few minutes go by and then she passes him our keycards.

Luke thanks her for the help and then leads me in the direction of what looks like a boutique for swimwear and summer clothes with the words Blue Tide Boutique scripted on a sign in front of the door.

When we enter the store, I instantly feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of swimsuits, coverups, and sundresses. All of them are high-end and more than I'd spend on an entire wardrobe.

“Get whatever you want,” Luke says to me with a smile, possibly sensing the slight discomfort that’s beginning to bubble beneath my excitement. “I'll cover it.”

I tilt my head and open my mouth to ask if he’s sure, but before I can get a word out, he gives my hand a squeeze. “No objections, I’m spoiling you while we're here.” He pauses and plants a kiss on my cheek. “And every day after.”

A brunette woman with a bubbly expression approaches me before I can respond to Luke. “Hi, I’m Sabrina, I'll be your shopping assistant today,” she says with a bright, wide smile.