After having sex, I mentally count—five times—my body is sore, but in a good way. It’s the most vigorous sex I’ve ever had, and Leon had me contorted into all sorts of positions I didn’t know I could get myself into.
Being fucked into oblivion was exactly what I wanted, and it’s exactly what I got.
“I am sore, but I’d like to double-check. Just to be sure.” My eyes dip low, gesturing to his cock.
“I’m more than happy for you to double-check, but breakfast first.”
“I’d rather eat you.” I’m addicted to his dick.
He smirks in a way that shows he’s enjoying every minute of our back-and-forth banter. Grinning, he shakes his head. “You realize I can pull my cock out of my boxers and stuff your mouth with it to shut you up? Nothing is holding me back anymore.”
Oh wow. “And I wouldn’t stop you.”Do it.
Widening his eyes in mock-shock, he says, “I don’t even recognize us anymore.”
“No?” My back stiffens as my muscles tighten. Is that a good or a bad thing?
“No,” he replies. “It’s better than I imagined. I love us this way.” His voice is strong and cracks with emotion at the end.
My body relaxes. Thank goodness for that. “I love us this way, too,” I reassure him.
I thought it would be awkward after we had sex, but instead it’s brought us closer, connecting us in all the best ways. Emotionally and now physically.
Then I remember. “Ash called.”
Leon grimaces. “And?”
“He said he’s happy for me. Us.” I don’t tell Leon that Ash told us off for kissing so publicly only a week after I dumpedHuck.When I explained that we didn’t know photographers were lurking and that we hadn’t done it on purpose, Ash just sighed and told us to be more careful.
It’s too late for that. The cat is completely out of the bag. We’ll be hounded everywhere we go now.
No wonder Leon bought a small island at the heart of Lake Muskoka, which I’ve only visited a handful of times. Many of his clients have summer homes in Ontario’s cottage country, making it convenient for him to do pre-season business. It’s the only place he gets peace from the press.
Being a hockey legend and a top in-demand sports agent must be exhausting at times, bringing a whole set of first-world problems that are now mine, with privacy invasions being one of them.
“I’ll call him later.” Leon shudders at the thought.
“Did you speak to your team about a press release?”
“Nah. Fuck it. I don’t need to explain who you are to me. That photo said it all.”
It did. We look so happy together, and my inner teenager squeals with joy. I nod, tucking my lips into my mouth to hide my amusement, then sit up while keeping the comforter tucked under my arms, concealing my tits that Leon seems more obsessed with than ever.
“Right, Dr. Johansson, for brunch, we have fruit salad with your favorite yogurt, pancakes and bacon with syrup, and the pièce de résistance, your absolute favorite thing in the world to eat, because they remind you of when you were a little girl, a strawberry Pop-Tart.”
“You know me so well, Mr. Hill.” I salivate, licking my lips as I eye the tray of goodies, my stomach rumbling to confirm how hungry I am.
Leon carefully places the tray on the bed, then climbs on beside me and crawls toward me with a hungry look about him. Not for food. For me.
“Before we eat, I need an appetizer.” His voice drops to a dangerously low growl.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask softly, understanding what he’s implying.
His fingers find the top of the comforter and slowly drag it down, exposing me completely; his pupils dilating and darkening with need. “Yeah, I’m going to eat you out before we eat.”
I close my eyes and let him do wickedly delicious things to my body with his tongue, as if he’s using it to paint me in his love.
“We need to pack for vacation tomorrow.” I sigh, feeling the deepest contentment seep into my bones.
