Page 62 of Loving Leo

“But you’re both so cute. I want to watch you flirt. I need to live vicariously through you. I’m lonely.”

Leo just sticks out his bottom lip in a pout. “Oh, that’s sad. We don’t want you lonely.”

She bats her eyelashes and I scowl as she pouts too. “I’m very sad and supremely lonely.”

“You’re not that sad,” I grumble, but Leo’s already decided for me.

“It’s fine. I like your sister. She should stay,” he whispers and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t like her very much right now.”

“Hey, I can hear you!” She grabs a blanket and pulls it over her,leaning even more into the couch. “I take offense to that when I brought you tacos.”

“Tacos can’t buy my love.”

“Oh they sure can,” she retorts and Leo scoots a little closer to me, placating my souring mood slightly. It’s only when Selena closes her eyes and starts snoring that I nod my head toward the hallway. The two of us slip out of the room and as soon as we’re alone, Leo’s hands are on me.

I love it when he touches me.

I want more of it.

“This has been the best Sunday night ever,” he says.

He leans into me and our noses brush. He smells like citrus and tequila and I want to lick into his mouth and get drunk off him.

“Can I kiss you, even though your sister is right out there?” he asks.

I cup his jaw softly and lean down, brushing my lips against his.

“Yeah. Let’s go to my room. I’ll lock the door.”

“Something tells me that she’ll find a way in.”

“Yes, but she’s out like a light. She won’t wake up for a while.”

“Okay then,” Leo says as he pushes me into the room and locks the door behind him. Then he pounces.

And fuck, I’m happy to be his prey.

ELEVEN

Leo

“Oh my god, you two are too cute,” Selena says, flopping down on the bed beside Heath and I. Heath groans and stuffs his face into my shoulder, our half naked bodies pressed against each other under the comforter. I should be more uncomfortable about this, but I do porn for a living.

Not that she knows that. I’m pretty sure he didn’t tell her that.

Oh shit did he tell her that?

“Selena, we’re mostly nude,” Heath says and she rolls over and stares at her brother.

“Well, mostly isn’t all. Just keep it under the covers until I leave. Oh, and before I forget, I ordered us all coffee so we can get ready for the workday ahead.”

“You work at noon,” Heath grumbles and I thread my fingers through his hair.

“Be nice.”

He grumbles again and Selena grins. “He’s always a grump in the mornings. Hates it, and anyways, I ordered coffee because I feel likedeath. You forced me to drink too many margaritas.” Before Heath can get a word in edgewise, the doorbell rings and Selena bounds out of the room. When she leaves, Heath grumbles and pushes into me further.

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