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“Jacob!” Leo shouted in surprise, as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

“Yes?”

“You could at least give me a heads-up next time.” He chuckled.

“Why? You don’t like it when I pick you up like this?”

Leo didn’t say anything in response, even as his face went red at the question.

When we reached his bed, I gently placed him down against the mattress. Leo looked up at me from the bed, like he was trying to predict my next move. It was my turn to go quiet, as I took him in, excitement shooting through me like a lightning strike.

“You’re staring at me.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Because I like how you look,” I answered. “Because I like looking at you.”

“Okay…” Leo’s words trailed off and he broke eye contact.

“Do you not know how hot you are?” I asked. “Or is this one of those situations where you don’t think you’re hot, at all?”

“I don’t think it really matters, either way.”

“Oh, it very much matters to me, Leo,” I said, as I brought my body toward the bed, hovering my frame over his. “I need you to understand that you’re hot.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“Sounds subjective to me?—”

I cut Leo’s words off with a deep kiss, my tongue sliding between his lips. He moaned, as I deepened the kiss even further, one of my hands moving up toward his hair, my fingers curling in the strands. I kept us like that for a while, our tongues intertwined, our chests close.

So close that I could feel his heart beating against mine.

“I wish I could find whoever made you ever think for a second that you weren’t beautiful and beat them into next week,” I murmured.

Leo laughed, much louder than I’d been expecting, like he knew something that I didn’t.

“Something I need to know?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Leo shook his head. “Sorry for laughing.”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything,” I said before I took his lips in another kiss, enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine. Underneath me, I felt Leo’s cock begin to stir again, his length pressing against my lower stomach.

“Do you want to make a bet?” I asked, shifting away from his chest.

“A bet? What kind of bet?”

“A bet about who’s going to come first.”

“Who’s going to—Fuck! Jacob!”

I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched Leo melt nearly as soon as I wrapped my hand around his cock. I casually pumped it up and down a few times with my fist before I brought my palm up to my mouth. I hastily licked my hand and brought it back down to his cock, pumping his shaft again.

“Fuck… Jacob…” Leo helplessly groaned.

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