Page 49 of Leo, My Partner

Leo grabs me around the waist, spinning me so I’m looking up at him. “Of course I do. I told you, kotenok. You’re mine. You’re not going anywhere. So after you wake from your nap, we’ll start bringing your things over.”

Giving him a dry look, I ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me first?”

His face twists up in confusion. I’ve never seen anything so adorable in all my life. “Why would I do that? You’re going to say yes.”

“Ugh, you’re literally the worst.”

“You said ‘the best’ wrong,” he quips, laughing at me when I put my hands on my hips with a lot of attitude.

“Whatever. Just show me around my new place, since I don’t have a choice on if I’m moving in or not.”

“Smart man,” he mutters before kissing me quickly. He laces our fingers together and shows me around my new condo. The kitchen is to fucking die for. I can’t wait to get in there and start baking. He has a double oven and a six-burner cooktop. I have so many ideas for things I can cook in there.

“June and Blu live upstairs. They own the entire fifteenth floor, so if you want to go up, simply give June a call so he can unlock the elevator.”

“The entire floor? How?”

Leo shrugs, pulling me into the bedroom and sitting me on the bed. He squats in front of me and takes off my shoes. “That’s the only floor they built to take up the entire floor. He told me his parents were looking at it, but when they turned it down, he bought it.”

I like that June is so close. Even though we’ve only met twice, I like his vibe. And he knows what it’s like to knowingly date a psychopath and a serial killer. If we have nothing else in common, we have that. It’s nice to know I’m not alone in that regard. We could also hang out when the guys have a kill together—Leo told me he and Blu sometimes get together and kill one of the guilty parties June vets.

God, I never thought I’d want to go on a murder double date.

“Arms up.”

Snapping out of my musings, I lift my arms, and Leo drags my shirt over my head. He tosses it to the floor and looks at my naked torso. “God, you’re fucking beautiful everywhere.” He reaches out and lightly grazes a finger over my nipple, causing me to moan and arch into his hand. “So responsive to me. I fucking love that.”

Before I can get too turned on from his touch, Leo rids me of my pants and tells me to slide up to the top of the bed. “Come on. Let’s nap. Then we can pack some of your stuff. You owe me a date tonight.”

I yawn, sleep already bogging me down. “Okay.”

Leo kisses the top of my head, then exhaustion takes me under.

A few hours later, I open my eyes, grinning as Leo kisses my shoulder. “Hey.” My voice sounds thick with sleep.

“Hey. Do you feel better?”

I nod, turning onto my back to look at him. Fuck, Leo is hot. His hair is messy, all over his head like a halo. Those deep dimples make an appearance as he grins down at me before planting a soft kiss on my lips. I’ll never get enough of kissing Leo. When his plush lips meet mine, I’m like a puddle of goo at his feet.

“You going back home to pack, right?”

I give him a wry grin. “Do I have a choice?”

“Of course you do, kotenok. I already made it,” Leo quips. I roll my eyes. “Do you need me to help?”

I roll out of bed and stretch, my arms over my head as I rise on my toes. That nap was fucking delicious. My phone reads 10:18, so I didn’t sleep long. It’s crazy that I feel like I slept forever but it’s still midmorning.

Leo slides behind me, grabs me around the waist, and draws me onto his lap. I giggle, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “You like touching me.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement of fact. Leo is handsy, and I love it.

He hums, the rumble drifting through my palm placed on his chest. “Do you have a lot that needs packing?”

“No. But I won’t pack everything right now. Just enough for a few weeks. Sam and I have to sit down and discuss the lease. Luckily, we only have about three months left, and we haven’t decided if we want to renew or not. I guess it’s fate that you came along, huh?”

“Or that you walked in on me after a fresh murder.”

An unexpected laugh forces its way up my throat. “God, you’re terrible.”

“Don’t take too long. You still owe me a date, kotenok.” Leo slaps me on the ass when I head to the bathroom.

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