One
Harper
“Oh, God!”
I don’t do this.
Don’t do one-night stands—as in not ever.
But, oh God, am I glad I’m partaking for the first time today.
This man—Leo—is gorgeous and sweet and it’s clear that he loves eating pussy.
Or mine, at least.
The moment we made it to my bedroom, I was stripped naked and tossed onto the mattress, my legs pushed wide by broad, broad shoulders.
That beard, ho, mama.
Creating just the right amount of friction to make me insane, and paired with his tongue and lips, fingers and teeth…
“Yes!” I cry out, head dropping back, hips grinding against his mouth, pleasure exploding through me in such an intense rush I actually go lightheaded. He groans against my flesh and that deep vibration sends my pleasure into overdrive.
It consumes me, wave after wave after wave.
Yeah, bringing this man home was the best decision ever.
When he flirted with me at the baby shower I was catering, I just thought he was one of those guys—a playboy looking for an easy lay. But when he stepped in between one of the attendees, a really sweet woman named Faye, and Faye’s boyfriend’s psycho ex, I softened a bit toward him. He didn’t do some crazy alpha bro shit.
He just stood with Faye, helped corral the ex, and then helped reset the vibe of the party right back to what it should have been—a freaking celebration.
So yeah, I melted a little in that moment and the aftermath.
Then more so when he stayed to help clean up even though I insisted I was fine, that I had it, that I did this most every day of the week.
A good guy.
Like the other good guys who were there that day.
I used to think they didn’t exist.
Or maybe that they didn’t exist for me.
But Leo is different.
He helped me load up my van. He even came with me back to my kitchen and didn’t blink at jumping in to help me wash the truly obscene amount of dishes we unloaded.
And he did all that while making me laugh.
So, when he offered to buy me dinner, I didn’t dream of saying no.
Hell, even though I was exhausted, I would have invited him right back to my apartment the moment the stainless-steel sink basin was empty, but the offer of fast food burgers and crispy fries dunked in ketchup after the long hours of the last few days was too tempting to resist.
We ate.
He was charming and asked me questions and actually listened to the answers.
And I got to know him too?—
