Page 47 of Loving Leo

“Yes, well, not everyone can be rich like you and have sturdy walls and ceilings,” Asher replies and Leo blushes, looking almost ashamed. He shouldn’t feel bad about this, not at all.

“Have you contacted your landlord about this?”

Leo snorts. “You mean the criminal we send our wages to? Yes, but he isn’t bothered by it and I think Asher couldn’t care less aboutthe wall being missing. Now he has unfettered access to sexy murder man.”

Asher sighs. “I mean it’s partially true. He does walk around without his shirt on a lot.”

“You should contact the local housing authority…” I begin, but Leo shakes his head.

“I didn’t tell you so you could fix it for us. I can take care of this myself.” He reaches out and squeezes my hand before pulling away. “I know you want to make it better, but you’re not my boss. Not here anyways.”

“But a boss in the bedroom, am I right?” Asher asks and waggles his eyebrows.

These guys are fucking ridiculous and my lips turn up. “Fair enough. I’ll let it go.”

It’s a small white lie. I won’t let it go entirely. I’ll figure out a way to make sure that they have a wall put up and any other kind of fixes that need to be done to their shitty apartment. Without them knowing, obviously.

“And I’m not a boss in the bedroom. I don’t mind being told what to do.”

Leo’s cheeks positively flame and he fans himself, making me smirk. Yeah, think about that, Leo.

Think about the ways that you can boss me around while you make me cum.

That though has my dick perking up and I shift a littler farther under the table as my drink finally appears. I watch as Leo puts those pink lips to his glass and takes a sip, his tongue peeking out and wetting his mouth. The mouth that will surely be bright red when he’s done.

I sip at my double gin and tonic and lean back, letting my shoulders relax, even though other parts of me aren’t relaxing. At all.

I’ve never thought of myself as bisexual or into men at all, but for some reason Leo does it for me. In ways Lana never had. Seems my dick agrees as well.

I imagine him on his knees in front of me right now, smelling like strawberry, those red lips stretched around my cock and I take another large sip of my drink.

“Any other things you want to tell us?” Asher says and Leo grins against the glass of his margarita. “What do you do for fun? What’s your favorite color? Sex position?”

I choke on that last one and as I’m coughing, Leo grins and shakes his head.

“I should have never invited you Asher, and honestly I’m getting you back for that.”

Asher looks unbothered and when my eyes stop watering and I catch my breath I answer. “I like to go on walks, work out and read. My favorite color is blue, and sex position? I like to see the person’s face.”

“Oh, how romantic,” Asher says with a sigh and slurps at his drink. “I find most men I go for like to flip me over and fuck my ass. They don’t like my face much.”

“You date assholes, that’s why,” Leo chimes in.

“True. I have a thing for bad boys.”

“Hence the serial killer neighbor,” Leo tells me with a wink.

I try to wink back, but I feel like I’m wincing.

“Do you have something in your eye? God, I hate it when that happens,” Asher says and then hands me an ice cube from his cup. “Put that on there.”

“What the hell? Don’t put that on your eye, Heath. That will make it hurt worse. There’s lemon in your drink, you dick.”

Asher stares down at his drink and shrugs. “Oh. Yeah. Probably not a good idea.”

Leo snorts and winks at me again. I don’t try to wink back. Apparently I’m unable to do this. I’ll have to practice when I’m all alone. Really get it down. Because Leo looks good doing it and I apparently look like I’m losing an eyeball.

“You should invite him over for a movie night or something,” Asher says and Leo shakes his head.

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