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“That just-fucked glow,” Anna says.

I giggle. My cheeks must be fire-engine red. As flustered as I am in this moment, this is also so much fun. It’s amazing having this group of girlfriends I can gush and gossip with.

“He’s amazing. The sweetest, most attentive guy I’ve ever met. In literally every way.”

Their eyes widen, and their smiles grow, clearly intrigued.

“So I’m guessing the Magnum condom rumors are true?” Anna says. Poppy elbows her, but she just rolls her eyes. “What? We’re all thinking it.”

I laugh softly. “I don’t want to be disrespectful to Leo and talk about personal stuff like that, but…”

I break into a cheesy grin. They all squeal again.

“Okay, message received,” Anna teases. “We’re going to take that as a yes, Leo uses Magnum condoms.”

I burst out laughing. I finish the rest of my drink and head into the kitchen for a refill. I guzzle some water to hydrate after the few glasses of alcohol I’ve had. Then I open the pantry door to grab a snack. I’m fine with getting a little tipsy tonight, but I don’t want to be too drunk, so I should probably eat something.

I’m eating a handful of pretzels when the pantry door squeaks open, and Leo walks in.

The edge of his mouth hooks up in a sexy smirk. “Hey. Hungry?”

I nod and offer him some pretzels, but he says no, thanks.

“You didn’t want to finish your bread or dessert from Cheesecake Factory?” he asks.

“I’m saving those for tomorrow. I’ve got big plans for that bread. I’m going to make the most epic sandwich ever.”

He chuckles. “Save me a bite?”

I smile and nod. He steps closer and loops his finger through the waistband of my jeans. He pulls me against him, then presses his mouth to mine.

Chapter 51

Lucy

He licks his lips. “Mmm salty.”

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to me so I can kiss him. I tease my tongue against his, lapping and sucking.

“Fuck, Luce,” he groans against my mouth.

He drags his mouth along the hinge of my jaw and down the side of my neck. Goosebumps race across my skin as I whimper. With his hands on my waist, he presses me up against the wall.

He pulls down the neckline of my top and the cup of my bra. Then he dips his head down and runs his tongue over the hard bud. He teases softly, in slow circles, then gently presses his teeth into the sensitive skin of my nipple.

My eyes roll back, and I moan. My pussy aches. It’s like there’s an invisible string connecting my clit to my nipples. Every swirl of his tongue makes my clit throb.

“Oh god,” I rasp. My thighs are quivering, and my panties are soaked.

He presses his broad body against mine, pinning me between him and the wall. I feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection along my hip.

“Should we go upstairs?” I ask in a breathy voice.

He leans back, a wicked look in those earthy, brown eyes. A devilish smile tugs at his lips. “No.”

He drops to his knees.

I gasp as he undoes my jeans and pulls them down.