I manage a nod while my body throbs with unfulfilled desire.
“Come around the desk,” Leo instructs, his gaze intent. “Bend over, hands flat on the surface.”
My heart races as I obey. The wood is cool when I rest my palms on it. Leo caresses my back, tracing the curve of my spine, before he grips my hips, pulling me back slightly. Before I can blink, my panties are on the floor.
“Spread your legs wider, lass,” he commands. “I want full access to what’s mine.”
My cheeks flush, but I comply, the air cooling the damp skin of my thighs. Leo’s fingers delve between my legs, exploring the slick, swollen flesh. I moan as he teases my pussy, not penetrating, just circling and driving me mad.
“Leo, please...”
“Patience, lass. You’ll get what you need, but on my terms,” he promises.
Clothes rustle, and a moment later, the head of his cock nudges my entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he fills me. My body arches, and I cry out in relief and pleasure. Each thrust is deep and makes my head spin. Thoughts of Dane and his vulnerability and the edging blur together with the pleasure of Leo fucking me.
At this moment, I’m completely and utterly Leo’s, yet a flicker of guilt lurks in my mind because of Dane. Would Leo care if he thought I was growing feelings for Dane, too?
Leo’s rhythm quickens, his grasp on my hips tightening. “Come for me,” he growls, the command vibrating through every nerve.
But I’m trapped between desire and denial. Dane’s words echo in my mind,no coming unless you have permission.My body rebels as if it wants permission from Dane, and I’m torn between the two men, my climax hovering just out of reach.
“Alice, come now!” Leo’s voice cracks with urgency, but I’m frozen.
And then, Leo stops moving. In the sudden silence, I realize my mistake. Oh fuck, I was distracted by thoughts of Dane.
Leo lets go of my hips, and his cock slips out of me as he steps back. The absence is a harsh reality.
“Look at me,” he says firmly, and I can’t tell what his tone means.
Slowly, I straighten, turning to face him. Our eyes meet, and I see a question there.
“What were you thinking of, lass?” Leo asks, his voice softer now.
My heart sinks. I need to tell him and be honest. Good girls don’t lie, but how do I tell him I was thinking of Dane?
I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again.
“Alice.” His voice drops, patient. “Whatever it is, just say it.”
So I do.
“I like Dane. A lot.” The sentence comes out in a rush, graceless and blunt. My cheeks burn. “I didn’t expect it. I didn’t plan for it. And I don’t know if that’s okay, or if I’ve broken something—“
“Alice.”
”—because what we have means everything to me, Leo, and the last thing I want is for you to think I’m—“
“Lass.”
I stop. My heart is hammering so hard I can hear it. Leo’s watching me with an expression that’s not angry or hurt, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
He wraps his arms around me, and I press my face against his chest, breathing in the scent of oranges and warm skin while I wait for the blow to land.
He kisses my head. “I’m not surprised,” he says into my hair.
I go rigid. “What?”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, tilting my face up so I have to look at him. The lines around his mouth have deepened, but not from anger. He’s almost smiling. “Dane and I talked about this before he came.”
