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He swallows heavily. “It’s the story of my life. Torn between duty and what I truly want. But there is one thing I am clear about—I want you.”
“And I want you,” I whisper.
Wanting to distract him from whatever dark path his thoughts have ventured down, I get back up and straddle him. I’m totally naked, but his jeans are still on. “You’re still my teacher, and our lessons are far from over.” I grind down on his dick, loving the feel of him hardening underneath me.
His eyes meet mine and my breath falters. His gaze is charged with an intense need. Desire. All for me. Leo’s strong hands encircle my waist, holding me in place as he bucks up, giving me a taste of what’s to come. I give him a show. With one hand, I reach down and rub my clit; with the other, I trail a path up to my breast.
He groans, barely able to control himself. “I love watching you touch yourself, giving yourself pleasure. But if you keep doing that,” he rasps, “I am going to pin you down to this mattress and fuck you like my life depends on it.”
“Yes please,” I say, slowly inching down his body, releasing his cock from his pants. “But first, I want to take you in my mouth.”
“Fuck ye—” But he doesn’t even get the full sentence out before I wrap my lips around his hard cock and nearly swallow him whole. I may be new to the whole sex thing, but I can deep throat like a demon.
And the way Leo is practically levitating off the bed, I think he agrees.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
LEO
“Your move,”Aly says, her lips tilting into a sly grin.
I squint at the chessboard, a sea breeze tousling my hair. Sunlight dances off the plastic pieces, turning them into glistening figures on a miniature battlefield. It’s a massacre. My king is backed into a corner, threatened by her ruthless queen.
A queen like Aly.
A queen I’d happily bow down to.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I move a rook, a futile attempt to divert her attack. Aly’s eyes flash with amusement. She takes a slow sip from her wineglass, sun reflecting off her sunglasses.
“Well,” she drawls, setting her glass back onto the table with a clink. “It was a brave attempt.”
The corners of her mouth curve upward as her hand hovers over the board, fingers brushing her queen with a confident touch.
I still her hand with my own. “Aren’t you going to take pity on me, butterfly?”
She leans forward, interest flaring in her eyes. “What’s in it for me?”
I give her a sinful smile. “I’m sure I could think of something. Maybe I can bend you over this table, and fu—”
“As fun as that sounds…” She shrugs and moves the piece, taking out my rook. “Checkmate.”
I clutch my chest. “No mercy, woman.”
She sits back, lifting her wineglass in a silent toast to herself. I can’t help but raise my own glass, clinking it against hers. “I’m still happy for you to bend me over the table, though.”
I chuckle. “Not sure if you deserve it.” Truthfully, I’m just giving her time to recover from this morning, when I got acquainted with Bob. With my hand wrapped around her long hair, I’d fucked her from behind, pushed up against the bathroom mirror. Instead of using my fingers on her clit, I had the inspired idea to bring Bob into the mix. As a wingman, he did his job just fine. She came so hard and fast, her pussy spasming around my dick so intensely, I nearly saw stars.
This is how it’s been for the last few days. Getting lost in each other. The cold divide that had stretched over our time apart has dissolved, replaced by something warmer; something that’s kick-starting my heart back to life. But we’re living on borrowed time. Sooner than later, reality will come crashing down on us. Yulian’s call a few days ago was a stark reminder.
“Why do you look so serious?” Aly teases, feigning a frown. I suspect she’s already buzzed.
I wink at her. “I’m not. Just my resting bitch face.”
She crumples up and throws a napkin at me. I’m just about to duck when someone beyond Aly catches my eye, prompting a real resting bitch face. Behind Aly, Jack appears on deck. He’s talking with a few other crew members, but his attention keeps veering towards her, his glances not all that subtle.
An unpleasant knot forms in my gut. “Has that mudak bothered you again?” I ask, gesturing behind her with my chin.
Aly turns around. When Jack notices her looking, he has the audacity to lift a hand and wave, the insolent prick.
