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“You. Are. So. Amazing.” His soft lips brush over mine, back and forth, over and over again as he begins to move inside me. “Rock with me, baby.”

And we begin to rock in the chair, so the chair is doing all the work, pushing his cock in and out of me, our arms wrap around the other and cling, our faces touching from forehead to nose, and we just lose ourselves in each other until I don’t know where I end and he begins.

“So close,” he whispers and bites his lower lip, and I feel my own climax approaching, my body tightening, thighs beginning to shake.

“Me too.”

“Go over with me,” he demands softly and catches my lips with his as I cry out, my orgasm consuming me. He growls low in his throat and follows me over, panting and clenching his hands on my ass.

“Not going anywhere,” he whispers.





Chapter Ten


Leo



“You made breakfast?” I ask as I stumble bleary-eyed into my kitchen. Sam is wearing my black shirt again, and damn if she doesn’t look edible in it. Her light blonde hair is pulled into a messy pile on the top of her head, and her face is clean of makeup.

My dick twitches at the sight of her, and I agree. She’s beautiful.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to wake you,” she grins happily and piles hash browns and eggs on a plate.

“I know I didn’t have that stuff in the kitchen,” I mutter and kiss her cheek before I fill a mug with hot coffee. “God, you even made coffee.”

“I went to the grocery store this morning. You didn’t have much of anything except beer and pizza boxes.”

“You went to the store looking like that?” I’ll have to kill every man she came across today, on principle alone.

She rolls her eyes and smirks. “No, jackass, I wore pants.”

“Gee, that’s reassuring.” I take a sip of my life-affirming coffee and watch her set the table.

She looks good in my kitchen.

She looks good anywhere.

“I hope you like your eggs scrambled,” she mutters and pulls bacon out of the oven. “I don’t know how to make an omelet.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I always mess them up.” She shrugs and motions for me to sit.

“This looks great, thank you.” I lean over and kiss her softly, thoroughly, and then dig in.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles softly. God, I’d do anything to get her to smile at me like that.

“What’s up for today?” I ask and shovel potatoes into my mouth. Damn, she’s a good cook.

“I have to go to yoga. I haven’t worked out much since I got sick.”

“Okay.”

“How about you?” She asks and sips some orange juice.

“I have to make some calls, do a little work.” She fidgets in her chair and she frowns for just a second, but I catch it. “What’s wrong?”

She looks up, startled. “Nothing.”

“You frowned.”

“I did?”

“You did.”

She shakes her head and shrugs. “I didn’t do it consciously.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” She eats her bacon and licks her lips, and damn if I don’t want to scoop her up and take her back to bed.

We clean our plates, and I clear the table and load the dishwasher. My eyes constantly move back to the beautiful woman sitting at my table, sipping orange juice.

“I noticed when I went through your t-shirt drawer that you don’t have the shirt from our last tour,” I mention casually.

“I don’t. I couldn’t go to the show. We were in Tahiti for Luke and Nat’s wedding.” She scowls then, and sticks her lower lip out in a pout and I can’t help but laugh.

“It’s just a concert, sunshine.”

“I literally had a moment when I thought about telling them I couldn’t go to Tahiti so I could go to the show.” She shrugs, her cheeks going pink with embarrassment. I pull her to her feet and lead her to the stairs.

“Well, that’s just crazy.”

“I wanted to go.” I look back at her, following me up the stairs, and her eyes are on my ass. “Besides, your drummer is hot.”

I round on her when we get to the landing. “Excuse me?”

“The drummer. You know, the guy who sits behind the big round things that make noise?”