Page 42 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

Sofi blinked to clear her vision completely.

“Look at me,” he told her, his voice was low but stern.

Her eyes met his and just like every time, the light green pulled her in like the warm sun-soaked Caribbean Sea.

“I’m here,” he told her. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I was so scared, Leo,” she confessed in a whisper. “When my mom told me, I was ready to jump on the next flight.” Her tears began to flow faster. “I wanted to be near you. See you. I just kept thinking,What if I don’t get to see him again?” Her shoulders shook with the force of the sob she was trying to contain. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you forever.”

Suddenly his lips were on hers, rough and desperate as if he wanted to eat her words right out of her mouth. He kissed her like he owned her and he was tired of not having her. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer until she was precariously balanced over him. He bit her lip and then sucked it into his mouth. It was a punishment, this kiss. He was letting her know that he was mad at her for leaving him alone for a year.

Sofi welcomed it because she was mad too. Mad that she just couldn’t keep her distance from him. She growled into his mouth and bit him back. She lifted her knee onto the edge of the bed and threw her other leg over his hips.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close. They kissed until he pulled away for a second. “Get naked,” he told her. His hands were already slipping up the hem of her shorts.

“Leo,” she whispered tentatively.

When he felt nothing but skin under her shorts his eyes darkened. “Right fucking now, Sofi.” He leaned in and put his mouth on her neck, sucking roughly like he wanted to mark her.

Her hands went to the buttons of her top. Her fingers were clumsy in her haste. As soon as she had the top open it slipped down her shoulders to pool at the small of her back where it was stopped from going farther by his hands under her shorts.

He straightened and looked down at her chest. “Coño,” he breathed. “Every fucking time you amaze me.”

Sofi preened. She knew she didn’t have the biggest chest, she was a B cup, but Leo always looked at her like she was an abundance.

“Come here.” He tugged at her so she lifted onto her knees, her chest at the perfect height for his mouth. He wasted no time putting his mouth on her.

They both groaned as he nibbled at her nipples before licking.

“Take your shorts off,” he rasped.

Sofi paused. “I don’t have any condoms,” she told him.

When she didn’t move fast enough. He reached for her shorts himself. “It doesn’t matter.” He grabbed her waistband and started tugging it down. “We aren’t fucking right now anyway.”

Sofi paused again, her hand on the other side of her shorts. “What?”

He looked at her very seriously. “I’m not fucking you again until you’re ready to tell everyone you know about us.” He didn’t even give her a second to process that. He leaned in and sucked on a nipple. “But right now you’re going to sit on my face because it’s been too long since I’ve eaten mi bombón de caramelo.”

Fuck. He played dirty. He knew she couldn’t deny herself that pleasure. Sofi rose to her feet, standing on her bed, and moved to the side so she could let her shorts fall to her ankles. She watched him scoot down the bed as she stepped out of her shorts. She used her toes to flick them at his face.

He caught them and held them there for a second, breathing them in, before dropping them on the floor. “Enough.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her until she stood at the head of the bed facing the foot of it. He released her wrist and lay back, resting his head on the pillow he’d dragged with him. He looked up at her like a man starved. He licked his bottom lip. “Bajate,” he told her, his voice deep and dark with need.

Her legs trembled as she followed his command despite the squats she did every other day. She placed her knees on either side of his head. When her knee bumped his injured shoulder she froze. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she murmured.

“I don’t care if it hurts,” he said. “Te voy a comer como si fueras mi última cena.” Then he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her down.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed at the first touch of his mouth. “Leo.”

His only response was to flex his hands on her thighs.

She wanted to lean forward and put her hands on his chest, but she was worried about putting her weight on him.

His big palm slapped her ass, hard. “You’re thinking too much,” he growled from between her thighs. “Just ride my mouth. I need it.” Another smack. “Muévete.”

She needed it too, so she leaned back, locked her hands behind her head, shut off her brain, and rocked her hips like they both wanted.

It was wet and messy, but neither one of them cared. They loved it. She was positive of this because he groaned and growled and slurped at her like he was having the time of his life. She knew she was.

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