rolling her forehead over my chest.
I look up to find Erica leaning toward the screen, closely watching our interaction. Her eyebrow is lifted as she watches our exchange, but the side of her mouth is tipped in a small grin.
Remembering her words from earlier, I say, "Get out, Erica."
"Right. Yeah. Sorry." She grabs the remote and aims it at her TV, but pauses. "I’m sorry to interrupt your night, Sarah. But I have to admit, it was worth it just to see the way he looks at you. I’ve never seen him do that before."
I cock my head to the screen and give her a what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look, but it only makes her laugh.
"Goodnight." She quickly flips off the screen, and I touch the button to fully sever the connection.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Sarah asks, lifting her head off my chest.
"It means Erica has a big fucking mouth." I smile and place a gentle kiss to her lips. "Hey."
"Hey," she responds, never truly meeting my eyes.
"You want to hang out with me for a few minutes while I close things down? I need to make a call and get Erica’s gate fixed."
"If you want me to," she says shyly.
"I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea tonight, but you getting all jealous while wrapped in my sheet is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying a lot, because earlier, I watched you come on my hand."
"I’m in a sheet," she blinks rapidly.
"Yes, but we could remedy that." I start to drag it off when she suddenly steps away.
Her face is shocked as she says, "I just met your only family in a sheet."
"It’s just Erica. And don’t be too embarrassed. I accidentally tried to cop a feel of your sister the first time I met her. I think that might be worse." I wink and she starts laughing.
"COME ON." Leo leads me to his overstuffed office chair.
When he sits down, he pats his leg for me to join him. I drag up my sheet, but he stops me.
"No more sheet. It’s just me and you now."
"You’re wearing clothes," I inform him, wondering when he got dressed.
"Really? We’re still doing the tit-for-tat?" he asks then sighs before pulling his shirt over his head.
I once again catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his side. I’m dying to ask who Liv is, but tonight is definitely not the time. I’ve already shown way more than enough crazy for one night.
As I slowly let the sheet sag, exposing my breasts, Leo lets out an appreciative breath through parted lips. I can’t help but remember how it felt only hours ago when those lips covered my nipples and his hand teased my clit. My stomach flutters, wanting nothing more than to feel him again. It must read on my face, because his eyes immediately heat.
"I have to make a phone call, but I want you straddling my lap while I do it."
Like I’m going to say no to that . "Okay."
Holding the sheet tight around my waist, I climb onto his lap, settling right on top of his surprisingly hard cock. It’s good to know I’m not the only one turned on here.
Leo closes his eyes and sucks in a long breath, which I feel over my entire body. Just this small connection and I don’t feel like a wreck anymore. I don’t feel embarrassed by my earlier jealousy or even nervous that, one day, he’s going to find out about my past. With Leo, I’m safe and sexy, but most of all, I’m just me. After too many years of not even knowing myself, I don’t feel the struggle when I’m in his arms. I know Leo …and that might just be enough. At least for tonight.
For the next few minutes, Leo is on the phone. His hands constantly slide over my breasts. He calls Slate Andrews and informs him that the security gate at his house is broken and Erica was afraid. I can hear Slate cussing at Leo over the line, but it’s obvious to even me that he respects Leo and is only worried about his wife. It’s an undeniably romantic response, but the real romance comes when Leo makes his move. Just before the two men hang up, Leo roughly pulls my nipple to catch my attention. Then he
I look up to find Erica leaning toward the screen, closely watching our interaction. Her eyebrow is lifted as she watches our exchange, but the side of her mouth is tipped in a small grin.
Remembering her words from earlier, I say, "Get out, Erica."
"Right. Yeah. Sorry." She grabs the remote and aims it at her TV, but pauses. "I’m sorry to interrupt your night, Sarah. But I have to admit, it was worth it just to see the way he looks at you. I’ve never seen him do that before."
I cock my head to the screen and give her a what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look, but it only makes her laugh.
"Goodnight." She quickly flips off the screen, and I touch the button to fully sever the connection.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Sarah asks, lifting her head off my chest.
"It means Erica has a big fucking mouth." I smile and place a gentle kiss to her lips. "Hey."
"Hey," she responds, never truly meeting my eyes.
"You want to hang out with me for a few minutes while I close things down? I need to make a call and get Erica’s gate fixed."
"If you want me to," she says shyly.
"I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea tonight, but you getting all jealous while wrapped in my sheet is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying a lot, because earlier, I watched you come on my hand."
"I’m in a sheet," she blinks rapidly.
"Yes, but we could remedy that." I start to drag it off when she suddenly steps away.
Her face is shocked as she says, "I just met your only family in a sheet."
"It’s just Erica. And don’t be too embarrassed. I accidentally tried to cop a feel of your sister the first time I met her. I think that might be worse." I wink and she starts laughing.
"COME ON." Leo leads me to his overstuffed office chair.
When he sits down, he pats his leg for me to join him. I drag up my sheet, but he stops me.
"No more sheet. It’s just me and you now."
"You’re wearing clothes," I inform him, wondering when he got dressed.
"Really? We’re still doing the tit-for-tat?" he asks then sighs before pulling his shirt over his head.
I once again catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his side. I’m dying to ask who Liv is, but tonight is definitely not the time. I’ve already shown way more than enough crazy for one night.
As I slowly let the sheet sag, exposing my breasts, Leo lets out an appreciative breath through parted lips. I can’t help but remember how it felt only hours ago when those lips covered my nipples and his hand teased my clit. My stomach flutters, wanting nothing more than to feel him again. It must read on my face, because his eyes immediately heat.
"I have to make a phone call, but I want you straddling my lap while I do it."
Like I’m going to say no to that . "Okay."
Holding the sheet tight around my waist, I climb onto his lap, settling right on top of his surprisingly hard cock. It’s good to know I’m not the only one turned on here.
Leo closes his eyes and sucks in a long breath, which I feel over my entire body. Just this small connection and I don’t feel like a wreck anymore. I don’t feel embarrassed by my earlier jealousy or even nervous that, one day, he’s going to find out about my past. With Leo, I’m safe and sexy, but most of all, I’m just me. After too many years of not even knowing myself, I don’t feel the struggle when I’m in his arms. I know Leo …and that might just be enough. At least for tonight.
For the next few minutes, Leo is on the phone. His hands constantly slide over my breasts. He calls Slate Andrews and informs him that the security gate at his house is broken and Erica was afraid. I can hear Slate cussing at Leo over the line, but it’s obvious to even me that he respects Leo and is only worried about his wife. It’s an undeniably romantic response, but the real romance comes when Leo makes his move. Just before the two men hang up, Leo roughly pulls my nipple to catch my attention. Then he
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