Page 39 of Loving Leo

And when he’s done, I feel the tremble in his hands and it travels right down to my groin and I feel myself spill into my jockstrap, my head resting on his thigh.

His hand strokes my hair, tenderly, and I peer up at him.

His eyes are on mine and I feel myself start to melt.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

“Thank you,” he finally says and I nod, trying to play it cool.

“Any time. It was my pleasure. And yours.”

His lips quirk and then he nudges me away from him, pulling his slacks up and running a hand through his hair.

“We should probably go,” he finally says and I nod, pulling my clothes on, quickly cleaning the window and grabbing the cart. Heath follows me out of his office and he locks the door, his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes intent on me.

“Um…see you tomorrow?” he asks and I wet my swollen lips.

“Yeah. Totally.”

He nods and then disappears down the hallway, leaving me staring after him.

What happens tomorrow? Do I get a repeat?

Fuck, I don’t know and I can’t waitto find out.

I spendall day waiting to see Heath again, trying my best to play it cool, but it’s so hard when all I want is to suck his dick again. Like I could totally see myself cock warming him. Just sucking on it like a popsicle.

“You really need a hobby,” Asher says and I roll my eyes at him.

“You do too. Staring at our neighbor through the hole in our wall is creepy.”

“It’s no more creepy than your face,” he hisses back and I let out a laugh, causing Jack to turn, look through the hole in the wall and stare at my roommate.

Asher shifts on the couch and forces his gaze back to mine.

“Would you like to come over?” Jack asks, running a hand through his messy hair, making it stick up every which way.

Asher’s eyes widen. “Who’s he talking to?”

“Sure as hell isn’t me.”

Asher turns his head and swallows roughly. “I have homework to do.”

“After?” Jack asks and Asher nods, closing his book.

“Why make him wait?” I ask. “He wants to play with you.”

“Honestly, Leo. You have a way with words.”

I waggle my eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes.

“Ugh, never mind. I’m coming over now,” he calls through the hole and then crawls over the back of the couch and into our neighbor’s apartment.

I watch as Jack peers at Asher through those dark lashes, his cheeks turning a cute shade of pink.

Jack has a major crush on Asher and I bet my friend has no clue. He’s so oblivious. It’s ridiculous.

“Have fun, love birds,” I say and then bound out of the apartment before Asher can offer a scathing retort.

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