Page 51 of Her Wicked Plan

“Don’t you dare change the subject again.” I warn back. “If I have to talk about things I don’t want to, then so do you.”

Sliding over on the desk, I maneuver myself over his chair. Now, he sits between my legs, slouching back in his seat, afraid to get too close.

“You think I’m pretty.”

“What? No... I don’t.” He stutters his words.

“Way to hurt a girl's feelings.” I pout, pretending to be sad. “I heard you on the phone with whom I’m assuming was your friend.”

“This isn’t a topic we are discussing, Veronica.” He begins to stand up, but I’m faster.

My foot meets his chest, shoving him back into his seat. The wheels on the bottom cause him to roll backward until it hits the bookshelf. With him further away, my feet hit the floor, and I approach him.

“You don’t want to admit it, why? Because I’m your patient?”

His jaw tightens. “Yes. It’s wrong for me to think that.”

“It’s not wrong to find someone attractive,” I reassure him, bending my body to stare straight into his eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you react to my words. When I offered to help you relieve your stress the other day, did you think about it? About all the ways I could help you.”

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, a breath of air escaping him through his nose.

My fingertips dig into the leather, and our eyes hold intense contact. Which one of us will break first? I won’t dare let it be me. He needs to prove that he wants this.

Almost like he reads my mind, Leo leans forward in his seat. Our noses touch, his mouth an inch from mine. I can feel the hot breath hitting my lips.

I keep my eyes on him as he drops to find my lips. The tension in the air could be sliced with a knife, and that’s what he does. He slices away the build-up by pressing his lips to mine.

His touch is soft and hesitant as he settles into the feeling. Pulling back a little, his eyes drift to mine, and there is something in his stare that I haven’t seen from him before.

Need. Desire. Hunger.

His eyes have darkened to a shade that would scare most people. One that portrays a predator hunting its prey, but to me, it makes a heat pool between my thighs.

Fucking finally.

Leo’s mouth meets mine again, but this time, he pours all that hunger raging behind his eyes into it. He groans deep in his throat, and the chair is out from under him in an instant. He towers over me with him on his feet now, so I have to crane my neck to deepen the kiss.

A moan escapes me, and the sound leaving my mouth pushes him over the edge even more. Leo quickly scoops me up, setting me on his desk and stepping between my legs.

With his hands still gripping my hips, he pulls me closer to him to feel how hard he is. His cock pressing against my core makes my hands fly up and wrap around the nape of his neck. I need him closer if that’s even possible.

“Fuck.” He mutters against my lips, moving his hips to press into me more.

Our hands are tangled in each other's hair, and we are fighting over dominance in this situation, but neither will give up the battle.

“Leo, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even begging for. More kissing? For him to take this further?

All I know is kissing him causes my chest to burn. I’ve never felt like this before when making out with someone. It’s foreign, and I hate how good it makes me feel. This might be an issue.

You can’t let it be, Veronica. Keep focused on the plan.

Leo pulls me out of my mind when his hand goes between us. He cups my pussy hard, dominating the sensitive area, causing me to detach from his lips and roll my eyes into the back of my head.

It’s been forever since I’ve had a man touch me. My head is spinning at his touch alone.

“Look at you, Vee.” His mouth meets my neck as his hand applies more pressure. “Practically squirming underneath me, and I’m only touching you through your pants.”

“Oh, fuck!” I moan out too loudly, and Leo is quick to slap a hand over my mouth.