Page 34 of King of Temptation

“But I like touching you.”

“It’s supposed to be masturbation, remember?”

“Oh, I do. I’m really looking forward to that part.”

“I don’t want to be the girl who sleeps with her boss.”

“There is definitely going to be sleeping after the orgasm. Neither of us is going to want to dress and drive to your apartment,” he answers, being intentionally difficult. “And I can’t promise I won’t kiss a bunch of your skin. Just saying.”

I push at him. “I was dancing all night, I’m all sweaty.”

I’ve got a leg hooked around his hips, when did that happen? And he’s rubbing me up and down with his stiff cock, as his eyes hold mine. “Hmmm. You’re right. A shower is an excellent idea.”

I start to protest. That isn’t what I meant.

But he lifts me in his arms, the hand he’s planted on my ass managing to wrap around my thigh just enough so that he can push his fingertips into my sex with exactly the right amount of force so that I’m arching into him to try to feel more.

I’m barely paying attention as we walk through the dark apartment and into a bathroom.

But when he hits the switch in the bathroom and the lights come on, I gasp. The bathroom is massive, with high-end finishes and a shower big enough for six people.

He sets me down and reaches in to turn on several shower heads before he strips his T-shirt off up over his head.

And then I forget about how impressive the shower is as I take in his massively muscled shoulders and ripped stomach.

He’s got a sprinkling of hair on his chest, the kind I want to run my fingers through, and I reach up, but he catches my hand. “Masturbation, remember? Clothes off.”

“I see you remember when it suits you.” But I pull my tank over my head and then undo my ponytail.

I watch as he kicks off his shoes, and then unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down his hips.

I do the same with my leggings and ballet flats, feeling my cheeks heat a bit. Leo has never seen me naked and the lighting in here hides nothing.

But if I’m worried he won’t like what he sees, he lets out a rumble of appreciation, his gaze sliding down me. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Right back at you.” Leo isn’t a man…he’s a god. The muscles don’t end with his chest and abs, they keep going down his body, to his lean hips and powerful thighs. No wonder he carries me around like I weigh nothing.

My eyes settle on his thick erection, the one I said wouldn’t be inside me tonight, and I whimper with regret.

But he doesn’t give me a chance to change my mind as he opens the shower door again, and ushers me inside.

I’m under the hot spray, his body pressed to mine as he kisses my cheek and then grabs some shampoo, squirting some into his hand and bringing it to my head.

I laugh at the quarter sized amount. “It’s going to take a lot more than that.”

He grins as he runs a hand down my head over the hair now wet and sticking to my back. The shampoo he’s squeezed out, doesn’t even begin to suds up for the amount of hair I have.

I take the bottle and pour a generous amount into my palm, beginning to soap up the long strands. It’s going to be a curly mess in the morning, but I’ll worry about that later because as I start to scrub through my hair, I realize my arms are up over my head and my body is on full display.

Leo slides his gaze down my torso and then he grabs the soap and starts washing me, his hands everywhere.

He skims them over my back and down my legs, bending low and reminding me of that first night when he was also bent down in front of me.

My sex gives another needy throb as his hand sweeps up the inside of my thigh. It’s on the tip of my tongue to take back my own request to masturbate. It’s a loophole anyway, a desperate attempt from a horny woman.

But instead of pushing his hands between my legs, he runs them back over my hips and up my belly, scrubbing over my ribs until he’s cupping both my breasts, tweaking the nipples.

“Leo,” I gasp because it feels so good.

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