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“Okay?” she asked, nuzzling her face against the side of his neck.
“Better than okay,” he murmured, clearing his throat. He reached behind her back to tug the belt free.
Yvonne made good use of her freedom, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, placing soft kisses on his cheek, his jaw, his throat.
Leo grasped her breast, playing with it almost lazily as they cuddled on the couch. Neither of them was in a hurry. Time was a precious thing in his life these days. Stealing these few hours with her felt like a gift.
She shivered as he ran his fingertips lightly along her side, and he realized the more they cuddled and caressed, the more she squirmed on his lap.
He grinned. She was ready for more.
And so was he.
“Vonnie?”
“Yeah?”
“Run.”
Chapter Eleven
Yvonne stopped kissing his throat and lifted her face to his. “What?”
“Ten, nine, eight…”
That was all she had to hear as she recalled his plans for chasing her, capturing her. She’d promised to make him work for it.
She was off the couch in seconds, darting down the hallway. She was naked, so leaving the house wasn’t an option. Not that she’d take it that far. Though the competitive part of her regretted the lack of hiding places in the house. She couldn’t hide in smaller places, like the bathrooms or closets, because she refused to trap herself. Her escape depended on her being able to keep moving if he got too close.
She darted behind his bedroom door in panic when he loudly called out, “One!”
Her heart was racing and she had to fight to quiet her rapid breathing. It was silly to run from something she wanted so badly, but Yvonne loved a challenge and she loved to play.
The way Leo’s eyes lit up when she told him she wouldn’t always make it easy on him told her this was definitely a shared kink. She could just make out the slight red marks on her wrists left by his belt as she’d given him a blowjob. It wasn’t the first time she’d ever gone down on a guy, but doing it without the use of her hands was an entirely new experience, forcing her to be creative.
His groans, the way he’d said her name, the way he’d gripped her hair told her she’d been successful. Pleasing him was starting to turn her on as much as all the things he did to her. Sex had never been this way with anyone else.
She held her breath when he appeared in the doorway. She could see him through the crack from her vantage point. If he looked in her direction, this game was over before it started.
Fortunately, Leo’s attention was focused on the closet.
When he entered the room, he made a beeline for it, opening the door.
As he did so, she slowly slipped around the door, trying to covertly move back to the hallway. If she could make it to the living room—
Leo caught sight of her at the very last second, and she saw him start to run toward her.
She took off, racing down the hallway. She’d almost made it back to the living room when he grabbed her from behind, lifting her off her feet.
Yvonne struggled, still determined to win the game.
It was like a kitten wrestling a tiger. Leo’s years of working on the farm had honed his muscles to lethal weapons. The guy was seriously fit, while she spent the majority of her days taste-testing her recipes at the pub. She was marshmallow to his steel.
Turning back to the bedroom, Leo carried her—despite her squirming—as if she was nothing more than a frisky newborn puppy. Once in his room, he walked straight to the bed and tossed her onto it.
She bounced on the mattress, using that momentum to come to her knees, intent on escaping from the opposite side of the bed. Leo was wise to that trick too. His large hand wrapped around her upper arm and, in seconds, she was on her back with him on top of her, holding her still with his body.
She tried to push at his shoulders, but he was immovable, and her efforts made it simpler for him to grip her wrists and tug them above her head. Caging them there with one hand, he pulled his belt free from the loops in his jeans again. He must have put it back on during his countdown, while she was hiding.
