Page 68 of Sleeping with the Frenemy

She dug her fingers into his hair and pulled it back so she could ravage his mouth.

Fuck. He loved it. “Mmm, bombón. Qué rica eres.”

Sofi ground her core against him. “You feel so good,” she whispered in his ear before nibbling on it.

Goose bumps chased the shiver down his spine and spread along his body. “You have no idea how good it feels to have you right here, on my lap, in my arms.” She dragged her mouth down his neck and he just about came in his pants. “Fuck, Sofi. I missed this. I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I tried to get over you once I left, because un clavo saca otro clavo.”

Leo tensed, not really wanting to hear about the guys she dated or may have even slept with.

“But I couldn’t even bring myself to try moving on with someone else, because I knew it wouldn’t work.” She shook her head. “It never worked any other time I tried it, so there was no reason to do it again.”

Leo loved the sound of that even though he knew he didn’t have the right to care. “No one you met interested you?”

“Unfortunately no,” she grumbled. “It seems like you’re the only nail I want.”

Leo smiled. “You’re the only one I want to screw, so it works out.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You see what I did there?”

Sofi chuckled. “You are so corny. That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Sure it does.” He could tell that she was going to continue arguing with him about it, so he kissed her to give her something else to do.

They went at it then. Their lips and hands all over each other. Each kiss, each caress, more urgent than the previous one.

“Wait, wait. Let’s go home,” she suggested. “Or somewhere not in the middle of the park.”

Leo’s lip curled. “I’d love nothing more than to push you against one of these trees and fuck you where everyone could see you come apart.”

Her pupils blew wide-open. She liked that idea even though she didn’t want to.

He ran his hands down her sides until he reached her ass. He knew she felt insecure about her less curvy hips and butt, she’d once told him that she was considering a Brazilian butt lift, but to him she’d always been a perfect handful. “That will have to happen another night though,” he continued with a squeeze to her cheeks.

“No it won’t. We don’t need to get arrested for public indecency.” Her lips brushed against his neck where she’d been biting at his tendon.

He groaned. “Exactly. Besides I already told you, I’m not fucking you until you tell everyone that you’re mine.”

She pulled back. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll still make you come when we get home.” He reached for her, but she slapped his hands away. He frowned. “What?”

“Are you kidding me?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You say something like that and expect me to just be fine with it?”

“I told you that before, so why are you mad about it now?”

“I was mad about it then, but I was distracted!”

“Well, let me distract you again.” He reached for her.

Sofi pushed off his chest and stood. “Hell no. I’m not going to let you manipulate me with sex, Leo.”

“Manipulate you?”

“What do you call this? You’re trying to use my own body against me. Fuck that.”

“I’m putting down a boundary, Sofi. I’m not going to fall back into the same patterns with you. I’m not trying to be your glorified booty call. I don’t want that anymore.”

“Then what do you want?”

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