Page 75 of End Game

When he caught me staring, he threw me a devious grin and a wink that buckled my knees. So I slipped into my shortest spandex as payback.

The January air outside was cold and biting at this hour, but I welcomed the sting of it against my skin knowing the run would warm my limbs in no time. We hadn’t had any snow yet besides some flurries that fell just before Christmas, but Colorado weather could be fickle like that. Leo insisted I take the lead, sputtering on about wanting to keep an eye on me to make sure I was safe . . . but I knew he just wanted to look at my ass.

I led him on a long jog around the city that lasted about an hour and a half, stopping only once when Leo began to sputter behind me as he begged for a water break. “How the fuck can you just keep going like this?” he rasped, sweat gleaming on his forehead as he sucked in air.

I rolled my eyes. “Endurance, Leo. Ever heard of it?”

His eyes flashed with amusement as he drank from his water bottle, his chest heaving enough to tell me he was reaching his limit. “I like to save my endurance for better activities than running, Mara.”

“Oh.” I shimmied toward him, watching his eyes bounce to my chest. “Well, we better get going then.” And just as he reached for me, I took off again, my waist slipping out of his grasp. He groaned behind me, and I barked a laugh.

We ran the few additional miles it took to get back to his building and both nearly dropped right there on the sidewalk in front of the doors. The daytime doorman, Roger, came outside to inspect us with concern rooted across his face, but Leo waved a hand and told him we were fine, that I might be out to torture him but he was unfortunately a willing participant.

Roger grinned. “I believe the term for that is ‘whipped,’ sir.”

Leo huffed, then shrugged. “Indeed.”

We practically crawled to the elevator. But despite our mutual exhaustion, Leo was still somehow able to push me against the wall inside the elevator car with a deep, hungry kiss.

“Leo.” I swatted at his chest. “I’m sweaty and gross!”

“No, trust me, you smell like my favorite treat.”

“You’re a damn liar,” I retorted, pushing him back again. But he didn’t budge.

His eyes grew darker. “Mara, I have been staring at that perfect ass for eleven miles.” He nuzzled into my neck as goosebumps exploded over my skin. “I need you right fucking now.”

The elevator chimed as the doors opened to his penthouse, and I pushed past him through the doors. “Let me at least take a shower first,” I insisted, walking toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But Leo was hot on my trail, chasing me across the living room. I couldn’t help but yelp when I felt his hands on my hips, followed by a loud burst of laughter when he cornered me against the island.

He caged me in as he pressed himself against me. “I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered. And I could feel how hard he was through his shorts.

Anticipation curled low in my belly, watching as a wave of chestnut hair fell across his forehead. He was such a gorgeous man, it almost wasn’t fair. “Then shower with me,” I breathed. His eyes crinkled in triumph as his hands greedily went for my ass. And before I knew it, he ducked down to wrap a strong arm around my thighs, hoisting me up and over his shoulder as I squealed in surprise. He spanked me once with his free hand as he moved, a growl escaping from his throat as he did, and I felt my own need beginning to roar through me.

As he walked through his bedroom door, he took the briefest pause to say hello to Dolly and Swift, who were both sprawled at the foot of his bed, eyeing us with curiosity. A small giggle slipped out of my mouth as Dolly let out a quiet meow in response. But then Leo rushed us forward to the en suite bathroom, near desperate with his desire.

He headed straight for the glass shower door and opened it before stepping right in with me still in tow over his shoulder, supporting my weight as if it were effortless. He reached to turn on the shower head above us before pressing my ass against the wall, moving backward to allow for my body to slide down the tiles in front of him.

Warm water cascaded all around us as I wrapped my legs around his waist, soaking into our hair and skin and the clothes we were still wearing. “Leo,” I murmured as his hot mouth found my neck.

“Hm?” he grunted, his teeth nipping the skin at the top of my shoulder.

“We still have our clothes on.”

He lifted his head to look at me, a dangerous grin spreading across his face. “Fuck the clothes.”

His mouth found me in a kiss that left me breathless. My body was pinned between his chest and the cold glass wall behind me—I loved how bad he wanted this. That he couldn’t wait.

It drove me wild.

Reaching down, I gripped the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up his torso, exposing the hard muscle of his abdomen, slick with sweat and water from the wide shower head. He lifted his arms, giving me access to pull the material all the way off of him. As soon as it was off, he pawed at my tank top, lifting it above my head before his lips crashed to mine once more. His hands were everywhere all at once, and I moaned deliriously at the feel of it.

In a frenzy, he focused on my shorts, pulling them down as far as he could while still keeping his mouth fastened to mine. I kicked out my feet around where he stood between them, wiggling back and forth before I shucked them completely. The slap of their impact on the shower floor sounded, and Leo smiled.

He bit my bottom lip hard before kneeling down in front of me, pulling my leg over his shoulder as his mouth landed between my legs. I let out an immediate cry of pleasure.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He groaned. “I cannot get enough of you.”

My stomach flipped as his tongue darted out to part me. “Leo . . .” His fingers gripped my ass behind me, pressing me into his face. My heart pounded sharply in my chest as he continued to devour me and soon I was a shaking, boneless mess.

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