Page 16 of Tangling with the Boss

Ah, well. Dignity is overrated.

When Leo’s scowl zeroes in between my legs, fixing there, I bite down on my lip hard. Every self-conscious atom in my body screams at me to close my legs, to hide away from his inspection, but Leo’s breathing gets heavier, his nostrils flare, and I don’t want to shatter this moment.

Want to see what he’ll do.

How he’ll lay claim to me.

“This,” Leo says at last, grating out the words. Fingertips coast along my slit, spreading my slickness and tickling me until I squirm. “This. This is mine.You’remine, Hazel.”

“Okay.”

My wobbly agreement brings out a shark’s smile.

Then he’s leaning down, shifting around, shouldering his way between my legs; pausing to kiss my hip, my stomach, my belly button, my thigh. Leo peppers my whole body with kisses, including my awkward angles and every dimpled, squishy bit, before his breath finally mists across my most sensitive area.

“You’re so sweet, Hazel.” Leo sounds dazed, staring between my legs, stroking and rubbing and watching me arch and gasp. “So perfectly sweet. Bet you taste it too. Like sugar on my tongue.”

The flat of Leo’s tongue strokes me from ass to clit. It’s a thorough, shameless,claiminglick, and my head tips back on a gasp.

Holy. Shit.

Hot breaths puff against my inner thighs, and my boss is licking, sucking, nibbling, spreading me wider on this sun lounger anddevouringme like I’m his own personal feast. And maybe I don’t taste like literal sugar, but Leo Corbin does not seem to mind—not if those pleased, hungry grunts are anything to go by.

Wet heat swirls over my clit.

It all feels so freaking good my eyes cross.

And thank god this is a private rooftop, because if someone else came up here, if they found us like this… I’m not sure I could stop.

“Mine,” Leo rumbles, his words vibrating against my clit. Another deep lick. “You’remine.”

No arguments here.

I’ve been his for four years. All those coffees I brought, all those times I smiled at his cranky face as he stepped off the elevator, all those phone calls I fielded and appointments I booked…

I did it all with so much love.

“Hazel.” The sun lounger rasps across the stone tiles as Leo forces us back an inch. My boss presses a very hot, very solid, veryrealkiss on my hip. “My perfect girl. Fuck, I need you. Need you right now. Roll over.”

Giddy with desire, my limbs all loose and clumsy, I flop over and scramble to my hands and knees.Yes.Want this so badly.

“Next time, we’ll do this in a bed.” A strong hand smooths down my spine, making my tense muscles go all melty. Arching my back, I smile like a goofball at the silent, sparkling pool. He said ‘next time’, right? “It’ll be romantic. I’ll do this properly, Hazel, I swear, but right now…”

Leo’s other hand twists my ponytail, wrapping it around his hand once, twice, three times. The sharp tug tilts my head back, scalp prickling, and molten heat swirls between my legs. I gasp up at the stars, so ready, so thrilled.

Oh god, Ineedhim.

“Do it. Please, Leo, do it. Oh my gosh. Don’t make me wait.”

I’m babbling, my mouth running ahead of my fevered brain, but I don’t care. I’m happy to beg Leo Corbin if he’ll give me what I need: if he’ll take this maddening, tickly,hollowfeeling away and stretch me full.

“Relax,” he says, his tone so gentle even as he strokes my spine again, touch masterful and firm. “Let me in, sweetheart.”

Something blunt notches at my entrance.

Wriggling my thighs wider, I force myself to breathe.

Eight

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