We laze around in bed, talking and kissing, before we go again. This time, Leo makes love to me, reinforcing the strength of our bond. After, we take a shower together, and he fucks me from behind with my body pinned to the wall as he lays further claim on me.
I never want to leave his arms, but duty calls. I know the twins will be home soon, and I need to be there for them. My dress is shredded, and I can hardly show up at my apartment in Leo’s clothes, so I head up to Ben’s penthouse and invade Sierra’s wardrobe. My sister-in-law is taller and slimmer than me, but I find a pair of leggings, a baggy T-shirt, and flip-flops that work. I can launder them and have them back before she notices they are missing.
“I don’t want you to go,” Leo grumbles, circling his arms around my waist from behind as I check I have everything in my purse.
“I know, babe.” I hold on to his arms, leaning my head back for a kiss.
“But we’ll have to get used to this,” he says over my lips. “It’s just my need for you is at an all-time high.” He grinds his hard-on into my back.
I turn around in his arms. “I know. I just want to stay in your bed and never leave.” I run my fingers through his hair. “Today has been amazing, Leo.” I peer deep into his gorgeous eyes. “You rocked my world, babe.”
“You rocked mine.” He slaps my ass. “And there is so much more to explore,” he murmurs, grazing his teeth along my neck. I have a few marks on my body, left in the throes of passion, but he was careful not to leave them in any noticeable place. And it’s not like Gino is going to come home and want to fuck me anytime soon.
“I can’t wait.” I kiss him slow and deep before reluctantly pulling back. I rub my nose against his. “Love you,” I whisper.
“Love you too.” He reels me into his arms, hugging me tight.
“Shit,” I hiss as a thought lands in my brain. “What about the tracking app?” Panic sluices through my veins. “What if Gino looks and locates where I am?” Hysteria bubbles up my throat.
“Relax, baby. Breathe.” Leo strokes my face. “You don’t need to worry about that. It doesn’t pinpoint exactly where you are in the building until you are much closer. If he checks the app and calls you out on it, you can say you stayed at the penthouse because Sierra asked you to pick up some stuff for her.” He runs his fingers up and down my arm.
“I can’t use that excuse every time I am here.”
“Amore mio.” He cups my face. “Do you trust me to protect you?”
I nod without hesitation.
“Then don’t worry. Leave this up to me. I will doctor the cameras and find out how to do the same with the tracking app. I will cover my tracks so no one will know. Let me take care of this, and you just focus on finding a way to sneak out to me again soon.”
41
Natalia
Leo and I have been snatching every opportune moment we can to be together in the month since we decided to have an affair. My fears about my husband discovering what I’m up to are unfounded. I sneak in and out of our building undetected, thanks to my blonde wig, and Gino’s goons never even realize I am gone. My husband hasn’t returned home from Chicago, and when he organized for the boys to visit him two weeks ago—before they started high school—there was no mention, from either of us, about me going.
Our sham of a marriage has never been more obvious, but I don’t care.
I want him to neglect me. To forget about me. To think he is punishing me.
It just gives Leo and me more time to be together.
I emerge from the lecture hall, waving to Janice as she walks off in the opposite direction. Janice is the only other mature student in our year, and we have naturally bonded. Like me, she has a family, so we don’t socialize outside of school, which suits me fine. I prefer to reserve my free time for my sons and Leo.
Serena is also studying at NYU, but she’s on a different campus, so I don’t see her unless we arrange to meet for lunch, which we have done a couple of times. I make a mental note to call her later to see if she wants to meet up this week.
I’m walking in the hallway, past an empty room, when an arm darts out, yanking me inside. My bag slides off my shoulder, dropping to the floor. The click of a lock has my heart thrashing against my rib cage in sheer panic. I’m about to scream bloody murder when a warm hand clamps down over my mouth and familiar gray-blue eyes come into view. I glare at Leo, and he chuckles, releasing my mouth and hauling me up against his warm, hard body. “Do you want me to drop dead of a heart attack?” I hiss, as my arms automatically wind around his neck.
“Never. I’m sorry if I scared you,” he says, looking remarkably unapologetic as he unbuttons my pants.
“What are you doing here? This is reckless, Leo, and we agreed we would be careful.” My breath spikes in my throat when he slides his hand into my panties and cups my pussy.
“I missed you, and I was in the neighborhood.” His fingers find my folds, and he dives inside my body.
A primitive moan slips from my lips. “Leo, we could get caught,” I rasp as I ride his hand, desperate for the friction.
His thumb makes swirling circles on my clit as he strokes my insides with his fingers. “No one will find us, and I’ll be quick.”
My hands cling to the wall, and I rest my head against his shoulder as he fingers me, increasing the pressure of his thumb until I orgasm a few minutes later, soaking his hand.
