Page 18 of Loving Leo

I snort a laugh and then walk over to him, bending down to grab the trash.

“I mean, I’ve never done it with a vacuum before, so that could totally be an option. People might really like that.”

I ponder it a moment before walking out and throwing the bag of trash away. When I enter his office once more, I catch him putting that candy in his bag. I can’t help but smirk at him. He tried to sneak it, but I fucking saw it. He likes the candy more than he’ll ever admit.

“Well, it was nice seeing you, Mr. Heath.”

His eyes snap up to mine and he clears his throat.

“I can’t say the same.”

I grin at him and then run a hand through my hair, watching as his gaze lands on my arms. I mean, I do have nice biceps. I work really hard for them.

“Make sure you go home and get some sleep,” I tell him softly and his eyes slam into mine.

“Don’t worry about my sleeping habits.”

“I can’t help it,” I admit before turning around and making my way to the offices I skipped. When I’m inside them, I plan my next scene. I have all the things I need with me, but doing this in a different office, without him watching, doesn’t appeal to me.

Maybe I should try something new? The bathroom inside his office perhaps? The parking garage near his car? People seem to love risky situations like that.

I could definitely manage it.

People may want newcontent anyway.

The bathroom it is.

I make my way back to him, seeing his gaze on his phone. My knuckles rap on the door and his head shoots up.

“Hey, could I use your bathroom before I head out?”

His eyes narrow, suspicion lingering there.

“There’s one down the hallway.”

“It’s locked.”

He pauses, assessing me. “Fine.”

He gestures toward the bathroom that is exclusively his and I bite back a grin as I lope toward it.

I don’t even shut the door all the way, just leave it open a crack and pull out my phone, setting it on the counter and whispering into the camera. I have to be quick, stealthy.

“You better not be getting off in there,” he says as I pull my zipper down and lean against the wall, getting the best angle I can in a short amount of time.

“I have to be quick,” I say, so damn happy that Heath said that so grumpily seconds earlier, that I caught it on camera. People are gonna love this. “The boss is just outside.”

I grab onto my cock and stroke it, the half hard length growing in my hand as I squeeze it. Knowing he’s just outside, listening to all of it, is making me harder than I should be. I can feel the flush on my skin, blooming up my neck and down my chest. I know my fans will be able to see it, the effect he has on me. It’s tantalizing, invigorating.

This is almost better than sitting ass naked on his leather chair and shoving a dildo up my ass.

My head hits the wall behind me, making an audible thunk and I wince when I realize that he’ll be wondering what that was.

“Are you okay in there?” he asks, the sound of him standing from the chair making my breath hitch.

“Oh shit. He’s coming,” I hiss as I quicken my pace. Not that my dick gets on board. It wants to draw this out. It wants me to get caught.

“I’m fine,” I shout and yet Heath doesn’t stop coming. I can hearhis soft footsteps on the carpet as he approaches the slightly cracked door.

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