Chapter 24 #2
“We work together,” Leon supplies. I don’t miss the way he avoids saying I work for him. Which gives me a little hope here, because surely if he was interested in Bart, he would have made it clear I was nothing more than his annoying little apprentice.
I lock eyes with him and go to take a long drink of beer, but Leon reaches out and takes the bottle from me.
He drops his voice. “I don’t think we need a repeat of last time, do we?”
“I guess that depends.”
“On?”
“Whether or not you’re planning to follow through on all that teasing.
” I step a little closer, giving him the flirtiest look I can manage, and please, God let it be flirty and promising and not as though I have indigestion.
I can feel Bart watching us, but Leon clearly doesn’t care as his stare slowly trails along my face to my throat.
“See, I know I’ve been sick, but I could have sworn it was the other way around.”
“Excuse me, but you’ve been the one spooning me all week.
” I raise my voice a little to make sure Bart catches every word.
If Leon isn’t worried about keeping whatever is going on between us secret, then like hell am I going to be.
Especially when it comes to staking my claim.
Because sure, we’re not exclusive, and we agreed to no feelings, but I’m starting to think that second part might be harder to commit to than he would be.
All I want to do is press up against him, and not give a damn who sees us.
He brings my body alive just by being near me, but more than that. I love the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms, and having his fingers thread through my hair, and the low timber of his voice as he talks me through how to do something at work, or explains about his family.
And none of those thoughts are fair on him when he’s been very clear, right from the beginning, that he doesn’t do feelings or relationships, and I’m not about to set myself up for heartache.
So instead, I tilt my head and look up at him through my lashes. “If I’m not allowed to drink, what am I allowed to do?”
Leon’s heated stare lights up with amusement. He quickly glances around and shoots Bart an apologetic look. I’m about to snarl, when he speaks.
“Sorry, man, something I need to take care of. Nice to meet you though.” Then he nods toward the house and takes off. I scramble to follow him like I’m on a leash.
Leon acknowledges a few people we pass but doesn’t stop moving, and it’s work for me to not look like I’m literally running after him.
His long legs carry him away from me, and I force myself to slow down, to act like it’s a total coincidence I’m heading in the same direction.
Nope, nothing to see here. My dick definitely isn’t hard as steel.
The last thing I’m hoping for right now is to get off with my boss.
My sexy boss.
My sexy, incredible boss.
I see Leon turn down a hall and quickly check over my shoulder to make sure no one is paying us attention. When I’m sure the coast is clear, I duck after him.
There are no lights on in this part of the house, and I’m not sure where he’s gone, but just as I go to pass a doorway, strong hands grab me and pull me into the room.
The door clicks closed, and then Leon’s scent engulfs me as he presses me into the wall.
“What was that out there?” he asks, voice husky.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sure you do. The flirting … the cute little jealous tone.”
I pout, but I’m not sure if he can see it in the dark. My eyes are still adjusting. “You’ve been talking to him all night.”
“He was interesting.”
“Did you want to fuck him?”
Leon’s quiet for a moment, and this gross, sickly feeling settles in my gut. “Maybe I would have. At one point.”
“At what point?”
“At the point before I met you.”
I suck in a breath. “You’re, umm, going to need to keep talking. Now. And explain that.”
His soft laugh hits my lips. “Even while I was checking him out, imagining dragging him back here, my brain kept replacing him with you.” He rubs his scruff over my cheek. “My dick appears to have grown standards recently.”
“I am high-class.”
“You’re filthy is what you are.” The growl in his voice ripples through my body until it pools in my balls. “You were also way out of line out there.”
“Sorry?”
“You’re forgetting yourself. I can talk to who I like.”
All that does is remind me that I want his attention. To myself. Maybe even more than his attention.
“It was hot,” he continues. “But I think I need to teach you a little lesson in patience.”
My brain doesn’t like that sentence, but for some reason, my dick doesn’t get the message. I lick my lips. “Like what?”
“You’re going to take out that magnificent cock of yours, and I’m going to get myself off, but you’re not allowed to come.”
“I’m …”
“If you come, the night ends here. If you hold out, we go back to your place later … and you get to come inside me.”
A shiver passes over me. “Yep. Okay. That. That’s what I want.”
My eyes have finally adjusted enough that I see his wicked smile. We’re in a laundry room, and as I watch, Leon drops to his knees. “Take yourself out.”
Happy to. My hands fumble with the button on my shorts, and it takes me a minute to free my aching dick.
Leon hums and presses his face to it.
“No fair.” My head drops back. “If I’m not allowed to come, you’re not allowed to touch me.”
“That was never in the rules.”
I’m in trouble. There’s no way I’ll be happy if the night ends here, but he’s setting me up for the impossible.
And when I look down again, Leon waits for me to meet his eyes before he spits in his hand and pulls out his dick.
His hand works slow, firm strokes along his shaft, covering and revealing the angry red tip in a rhythm that’s making me impatient.
Seeing him there, kneeling at my feet, eyes blown wide with lust, is making it hard for me to hold off. To keep my thoughts clear.
Then he leans forward again and presses his face to my balls.
His hand starts to work faster, biceps flexing under the tight sleeve of his shirt.
His breathing is heavy as he rubs his face up my dick, and the scrape of his beard against the sensitive skin helps to hold off my orgasm.
He doesn’t put his mouth on me, he doesn’t try to drive me crazy, just keeps nuzzling at my groin as he jerks himself.
“Your cock is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, voice broken between exhales. “I can’t wait for it to tear me open.”
Huh, okay. Apparently I can’t wait for that either. My hips start to move no matter how hard I try to keep them still, and the deep groan in Leon’s chest encourages me.
He starts to grunt as his hand works faster, and the more I rub my dick over his face, the harder I grind my balls into his spiky beard, the more Leon pushes back into me.
His tongue lightly laps at the taut skin, driving me crazy, and the flush that’s crept over his face is making it harder and harder to keep my hands on the wall.
To stop myself from grabbing his head and sliding my throbbing cock between his lips.
“Fuck …” he grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck …”
I look down in time to watch him come, and I have to quickly slam my eyes closed.
Spoiled milk … Dirty socks … Leon fucking Bart … Ooh, that one does it. The thought of him on his knees for anyone but me is enough to take the edge off, because that … well, it hurts.
I lightly card my fingers through his short hair and tilt his face back so I can see it.
“You didn’t come,” he says.
I whine. “You told me not to.”
There’s something there, in the way he looks up at me and holds my gaze, that makes me want to sink to my knees and take his mouth with mine. That makes me want to hold him closer. That makes me want to worship him and his body and his big, beautiful heart.
Leon pushes up and with gentle fingers tucks my dick back away. His lips leave the ghost of a kiss against mine.
“When we get back to your place, I’m going to make it so worth it.”
“You better.” I push my erection into his thigh. “It hurts.”
“Good. Maybe next time you want to get all jealous, you’ll remember this.”
“Maybe, but, umm, probably not.” Because even knowing how hard and sore I currently am, if Leon went back out to Bart, I’d follow.
He leans down, mouth against my ear. “Kinda planning on it. Possessive Auggie might be my favorite yet.”