Page 17 of Loving Leo

I let out a small snort, unable to keep myself from laughing.

“Biohazard. You’re funny.”

“And tiny little orange briefs? Really? How do you even work in those. They’re utterly ridiculous.”

“Oh, so you did watch my little show?” I can’t help the excited tingle that goes through me, and my eyes light up with excitement.

He narrows his gaze at me and his fingers grip the chair tighter.

I decide not to push him on this. Yet. “Oh, before I forget, I brought you something,” I say as I tuck my hand into my pocket. His eyes swivel to the movement and he wets his lips. For some reason seeing his tongue peek out makes my cock stiffen.

Damn guy.

I pull the candy from my pocket, coming to a stop in front of him. His eyes meet mine, the roll of Sweet Tarts dangling between us.

“I don’t eat candy,” he says, unmoving.

“But these are so good,” I say, my voice low, heart fluttering in my chest.

“They’re bad for my blood sugar.”

“I’m sure they are. But they’re so delicious. Try one and see.”

His tongue peeks out again and I feel my ass clench. Fuck, he’s so hot. It’s detrimental to my health.

My fingers rip the packaging slightly and I hold one out to him, a pink little sphere on my fingertips.

“Open up and see,” I say, almost whispering now.

His mouth parts and I slide it between those lips, plush and full. I feel the softness of them as his tongue slips out and accidentally slides across my skin. Just an inch, but its enough to have me holding my breath.

“What do you think?” I ask as his cheeks hollow out.

“I hate it,” he replies, even though he continues rolling it around his mouth, his cheeks a pretty pink, his breathing growing more labored.

“I bet you do.”

The air around us seems to crackle, heavy with tension. And then his teeth crack down on the candy and I jump slightly.

“You’re not getting off in my office tonight. You’ll have to do it somewhere else.”

I shrug, trying to play it off like I don’t mind.

“Yeah, no problem,” I say as his hands peel off the arms of the chair with an audibleshliiick.

“Good, I’m glad we understand one another,” he says, his eyes moving down to the candy in my hand.

I set it on the desk and can’t help but reach out and ruffle his hair, making him frown.

“I can totally respect that,” I say and then move back to my cart. “Just pretend I’m not here. You’ll barely even notice me.”

His eyes move back to his computer, his hands on the keyboard, but they’re unmoving. He doesn’t fucking move an inch as I wipe down the windows and the shelves. I move to the bathroom and do aquick job of cleaning it before I get out the vacuum. When it’s time to clean under his desk, he rolls back slightly, his legs spread, his eyes following me like a hawk as I maneuver the machine under his desk.

When I’m done, I shut the vacuum off, the silence almost deafening now.

“Why are you watching me like that? Do you think I’m going to pull out my dick right here and hoover it?”

“With you, who fucking knows.”

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