“Why?” My question comes out on a light breath,
Levi takes a jittery gulp. “At first, it was a way to check in on you—a way to make sure the girl I knew hadn’t disappeared. I saw how talented you are, and I wanted to see that every day.” He takes a step forward, gently removing the painting from my hands. He holds it like it’s the most precious thing he owns as admiration fills his face. “Then it stopped being about the art.” His eyes move to my face as he smiles. “It became about you.”
Tears prick at my eyes, rolling freely down my cheeks.
My voice comes out as a squeak. “Damn, you Levi Harding.”
Levi’s brows lower over his eyes. “For what?”
“For making me fall in love with you.”
“I love you too, Butterfly.”
I yank the painting out of Levi’s hands and place it on his desk. My arms wrap around his neck and pull, bringing my lips to his.
Levi’s hands land on my waist, tugging me closer.
I pour every bit of my heart into the kiss, communicating everything my words can’t.
His teeth scrape my bottom lip, then his tongue invades my mouth. My core pulses as need overtakes my senses.
His length grows hard in his pants, and my thighs squeeze together as my panties dampen.
One of my hands slides down Levi’s chest, undoing the drawstring and reaching into the waistband of his scrubs.
“Levi, one of the shepherd mixes keeps trying too—Am I interrupting something?”
I spring back from Levi, and my face turns a deep shade of scarlet. Santiago steps inside, shutting the door behind him. Levi pulls me back toward him, and my hands land on his chest.
Santiago strides closer. “I’d tell you two to get a room, but…” He gestures around Levi’s office. “You already have one.”
My eyes dart between them, an idea forming as I back up and place myself behind the desk. “Then what do you say we make the most of the opportunity?”
Their eyes bulge, and they seem to be frozen in place.
Lift my sweater over my head, I let it fall to the ground.
Still frozen.
Their attention does something to me.
I feel beautiful.
Confident.
I smirk, reaching my hand behind my back. With a simple twist, the clasp is undone, and the straps loosen. Using my other hand, I hold my bra in place.
“You want to get Levi ready for me?” I ask Santiago.
A slow smile lights up Santiago’s face. “You’re a vixen,mi Cielo.”
I shoot them both a wink, and Santiago moves to Levi. He cups the sides of Levi’s neck, bringing their mouths together. Levi’s hands grip Santiago’s shirt, and their tongues dance together, thrusting in and out of each other’s mouths.
My panties flood with arousal just from watching them together.
They say I’m the vixen? Then what does that make them?
When their lips part, Santiago moves behind Levi and faces him toward me. Then Santiago slips Levi’s shirt over his head, giving me a view of Levi’s muscled chest.
