Page 69 of Loving Leo

I don’t do a great job, fidgeting around my office and then puttering around until Heather puts me out of my misery by appearing at my door and leaning against it.

“How was it?” I ask, trying not to sound as desperate as I am.

“She was very nice.”

Oh, that’s never good, I think, but then she adds, “And tough. She’s a hard worker, I can tell. And underneath those smiles she takes no shit, which I need. I’m going to hire her for a probationary period, see how she does.”

“Great,” I say, the sigh of relief evident in my voice.

Heather arches an eyebrow at me. “And who is this person to you? This isn’t going to come back and bite me in the ass is it?”

“No. I won’t interfere.”

“Good. Stay out of it and we will be fine.”

I nod and she turns and leaves, letting me sink down in my office chair in relief. My hand moves up to my mouth, rubbing against my lips.

Leo is going to be so fucking happy about this.

And that makes my heart so pleased.

Leo is not happy.When he shows up at my door, he’s frowning, his eyes narrowed.

“Did you have a hand in her getting hired? Did she only get the job because of you?”

I pause in my doorway and then reach out, pulling him inside.

My hands move to his waist, his hips connecting with mine. His eyes meet mine and I see fire in those depths.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.”

“Stop changing the subject. Did you interfere?” I wasn’t really trying to change the subject, it just sort of came out. Because he is indeed pretty.

“I didn’t,” I say. “I promise. Heather makes up her own mind and she wanted to give your mom a shot.”

Leo looks unsure and then he seems to sag in my arms. “Thank god. It’s really hard to be mad at you when you look so hot and sincere.”

“I am very sincere.”

“And hot. I like the apron and the sweatpants.”

“I’m making you dinner. I don’t want to ruin my shirt.”

His hands slide up my back and his touch alone makes my cock perk up in anticipation.

“I missed you,” I whisper and Leo’s cheeks pinken.

“Ditto. Can we kiss for a bit or will dinner burn?”

“I think we can make time for it,” I say, my head tilting down to meet his lips. The kiss instantly turns heated, our mouths meeting, our tongues sliding against each other.

We’re both hard, our cocks grinding together as our fingers grapple to find purchase. My hands are everywhere, in his hair, on his shoulders, sliding across his back and then settling on his ass, pulling him into me. It’s been so long. So damn long, and I missed him.

I fucking missed him. I lift a leg up and he wraps it around my waist and the tantalizing way he arches into me pulls a moan from my throat.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs, leaning back and exposing his neck to me.

I can’t help but lean down and lick up his Adam’s apple.

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