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“I want a little girl who looks just like you. Want to spoil her rotten.”
She gave him a curious look. “Thought you weren’t a fan of how spoiled I was.”
“You turned out okay, I guess, despite it.”
Yvonne tried to pinch him, but Leo shifted too fast, bending his head and kissing her. She’d spent too many days thinking she’d never feel his lips against hers again.
This was the greatest birthday ever.
His tongue stroked hers and his hands slipped beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts.
Yvonne parted her lips, their tongues touching as she shifted, straddling his lap. Leo let one hand drift to her ass, cupping it, pulling her more firmly against his crotch.
She could feel his erection through the denim. She nipped at his lower lip, hungry, ready.
One second she was mourning the fact she hadn’t worn a skirt, and the next she was three feet away from Leo on the opposite end of the couch, panting, her head reeling from how quickly he’d pushed her away.
“Dammit.” Leo stood up, wincing and trying to adjust his jeans. “Thought we’d be safe in the living room.” He gave her an amused, though pained look. “Clearly I was wrong.”
“You’re going to make me go back downstairs, aren’t you?”
He nodded. “Your family went to a lot of trouble to plan this party for you. I wouldn’t ruin that for any of you.”
“This isn’t going to be easy.”
“I feel your pain, Vonnie.” He held out his hand and she let him pull her up. “After the party, Ryder can take the boys home, and you and I are going to a hotel.”
She grinned. “We could always come back up here.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Need you somewhere private. I have plans for you, Miss Collins. Plans that involve stripping you naked, tying you to a bed and making you scream. Over and over and over again.”
Yvonne closed her eyes and let herself imagine it. Just for a second.
When she looked at him again, she noticed his grin was more grimace.
“Neither one of us is going to make it through this party if you keep painting those pretty pictures, Mr. Watson.”
Leo pulled his phone out of his back pocket.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Setting a timer.”
“For what?”
“Five minutes,” he said. “When this thing goes off, we get dressed and go back downstairs.”
“Wha—”
Before she could finish her question, Leo had pushed start on the timer. Then he flipped her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and carried her back to his bedroom.
“Take off your pants,” he demanded, his hands already working to free himself from his own jeans.
Yvonne didn’t need to be told twice. The second she managed to step out of them, Leo was there, lifting her in his arms, turning her so that her back was pressed to her closed door and then…
Yvonne sighed in bliss, the sound quickly morphing to a moan when Leo thrust in with one hard, fast motion.
“God,” she cried out, gripping his shoulders to hold on as he pistoned in and out of her. Leo’s muscular arms and the door at her back were the only things holding her up. She recalled their first time together. It had been just like this.
