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I smirk at her comment. “I didn’t get stuck with anything, little girl. You of all people should know I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”
“True,” she mumbles behind my footsteps, so close I can smell the jasmine and vanilla scent of her swirling around the hallway and invading my senses. “Oh my…what is all this?” Sophie comes to a stop beside me in the dining room, her eyes wide as she scans over the table and the lit candles—but most of all the stack of gifts under the window. “L-Leo? What’s going on?”
“This is dinner. Since it was brought to my attention that I missed your birthday, I thought a belated celebration was in order.”
Her smile is so damn big, so damn cute, it’s like a swift punch in the chest. She flings her little body at me and wraps her arms around my waist. “Thank you, Leo! This is…awesome.” She squeezes me and her soft legs rest under my palms, making my fingers itch to touch her and the lace between her thighs.
My cock springs to life like it did two nights ago only this time, Sophie gasps and presses in closer, exploring the way my cock feels. “Sophie,” I growl and try to pry her off of me.
“Seriously, Leo. Thank you,” she whispers in my ear. “This is almost perfect.”
I freeze and pull back. “Almost? What the hell is missing?”
Anything she wants she can have. Anything.
She grins—that very look that once used to be so sweet and innocent is now sexy and taunting, making me feel ready to forget all about my lifelong friendship with her father. “I want to sit on your lap again,” she answers with a soft giggle. “That was…fun.”
I arch a brow and she smiles, seeming nervous and confident.
“Okay, well…maybe not fun. But I did really like it.A lot.”
I want to give her what she’s asking for and so much more, but I can’t. She’s my best friend’s daughter. Claiming her, taking what I want and making her mine will only bring on a shit ton of problems—more problems than I’m eager to handle with this deal on our hands. “That’s not a good idea.”
Sophie pouts, and all I can see are those plump lips opening wide enough to receive my cock. “I disagree,” she shoots back, and instead of taking the seat at the other end of the table she sits directly to my right, close enough for our legs to touch. Close enough for her sweet scent to interfere with my ability to think straight.Fuck.
I’m in for it.
3
SOPHIE
“Eat up.”
I roll my eyes at Leo’s command and ignore the pang of disappointment that’s spreading in my chest—the humiliation that burns inside me like lava.Oh, what was I thinking?Of course a man like him doesn’t wantme, some inexperienced girl with acrush. Just because I make his cock hard doesn’t mean a thing, does it?
Then again…maybe he doesn’t love me like I love him. But at least I can turn him on and that I can work with—at least I think. All I know is I surely haven’t been saving myself for the past two years just to give up so easily.
“Thanks again for everything.” I spare another look around, admiring the surprise he’s put together. “This was really sweet of you, Leo.”
He grunts out an incoherent reply and I smile.
“And thefood…mmm. It’s all been incredible,” I assure him and take a small bite of the lobster on my plate, catching a bead of butter with my tongue.
Leo groans ever so slightly, his tortured eyes on my lips.
“Want a bite?”
“No.” His one word answers at times are aggravating but at least tonight I know he’s struggling. I felt the evidence of it earlier when we hugged, and that’s about the only thing that’s making me feel better right now.
“Well that’s too bad. This butter is todiefor…so soft and succulent. So smooth. Just what I imagine sex to be like.”
Leo coughs, pulling himself back together swiftly before glaring at me. “Sophie,” he grunts.
“Yes?” I bat my eyes. “Problem?”
“Not a fucking one,” he grits and turns back to his plate, giving me time to catch the clench of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils. He’s agitated, I can tell. Even the death grip he has on his fork is giving him away. “Time to open your gifts,” he orders as soon as his plate is clear only minutes later.
“That eager to get away, huh?” I quip, pasting on a sweet smile and shrugging it off.
