Page 71 of Lock 'em Down

While he showers, I make us two bowls. Then, we sit at the kitchen island together.

“How was your day?” I like this part of the day best—the part where we confide in each other and exchange stories.

“Beau and Cole are back from Mexico. They can’t wait to meet you.” He points his fork at me. “Actually, I think you’re really going to hit it off with Bea. She’s Beau’s little sister and Cole’s girlfriend. She runs a little art shop downtown—Humble Bee’s. She makes pottery.”

“Really? That’s so cool! I know exactly where you’re talking about. I walked through the shop the other day. It’s adorable,” I gush.

“Yeah. You should talk to her, Cam. I saw one of the sketches you left on the counter.”

I blush at his praise. And also, “Which one?”

Leif smirks. “It was a beautiful dress. Bridal, I believe.”

My cheeks burn. “I’ve been on a roll lately with the bridal gowns.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, twisting on his barstool until he captures one of my knees between his.

“Yep,” I murmur, grinning back wickedly. “You’ve given me all sorts of inspiration, you know?”

Leif chuckles and takes another bite of pasta. Then, he slides off the stool and reaches for me. In one quick movement, he tosses me over his shoulder.

“Leif Bang! Put me down!” I cry out, grasping at the back of his shirt.

He smacks my ass lightly. “I’d rather bang you, love.”

“Oh, God,” I groan at his lame joke.

He tosses me in the middle of our bed and pulls off his T-shirt.

My thoughts spiral and I take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous he is. Perfection.

“Like what you see, Knox?” He slides off his shorts and tosses them in the corner of our bedroom, missing the laundry basket completely.

But I’m checking him out too hard to comment.

His boxer briefs are next to go. His thick cock springs free, already hardening. Already wanting me.

I make a sound in the back of my throat and Leif grins, coming closer.

He leans over me, dropping his fists to either side of my hips. I lean back so I can find his eyes.

“Are you ready to get banged, babe?” he taunts.

“Yes.” I surrender, flopping backward and lying like a starfish. “Have your way with me, Leif. Just make it good.”

Leif gasps, pausing with his hand on my calf.

“What?” I tilt my head up to look at him.

“It’s always good,” he says, his expression serious.

I roll my eyes and drop my head back. “It’s always fantastic. Stop fishing for compliments, Bang, and get your girl off.”

He pulls my jeans clear off my legs. “Like it when you’re bossy, Knox.”

Leif crawls up my body and I hook my legs over his, keeping him pinned against me. “Promise?” He’s the first man I’ve ever been bossy with. The first guy I’ve ever let my guard down enough to talk about things in bed. About what I like and what I want. Desires and needs.

Leif brushes my hair back from my face and stares at me. His expression is solemn, his eyes blazing. He studies me as his hand makes another pass over the top of my head. Then he closes the space between us and kisses me hard. “Promise. Like you exactly as you are.”

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