Page 42 of Hidden Heir

He asks and I oblige with barely a thought.

Giving myself over to Leon is easier than it should be. I don’t know if it has to do with how safe I feel here or how much more relaxed Tiffany seems to be, but staying was an easy choice when Leon offered.

It will keep my family safe, which is ultimately all I care about. In return, I will stay with Leon, and if it’s anything like these past few weeks, it won’t be nearly as bad as I feared all those years ago.

Assuming Leon doesn’t find out the truth. I don’t know the rules and promises that exist within his family, but I don’t believe for a second that Leon would sacrifice that for me and my brother.

So I will do everything I can to keep him happy and away from the truth. Until I have, at the very least, written protection for my daughter.

Down on my knees, I stare up at Leon as he tilts his glass back and forth. His eyes are dark as he slowly drags his tongue over his lower lip. He doesn’t blink, and something about thedepth of darkness in his eyes excites me as much as it soothes me.

“Open your mouth.”

I comply immediately, parting my lips and tilting my head back. Leon then slowly tips his glass, and a trickle of Vodka trails down, splashing on my tongue. The sharp taste overwhelms me instantly and I fight a wince as I swallow. The vodka that didn’t make it to my mouth rolls down my chin and drips down onto my clothes, but Leon and I don’t break our gaze. We maintain eye contact until his glass is empty and I’m left kneeling there, my mouth open, alcohol soaking into the collar of my t-shirt.

“Good girl.”

Oh.

Did I like that?

I did.

An unexpected pulse of desire moves through my core, sending my pulse haywire as a warm flush seeps over my cheeks. No one has ever done that to me before and I’m surprised at the lustful way my body reacts.

“Up. Get undressed. I don’t want to fuck you in Vodka-soaked clothes.” Leon’s words are sharp but his voice is low, and it warms me as much as it excites me.

Closing my mouth, I climb to my feet and pull at my t-shirt, but as I tug it over my head, he snaps his fingers, and I pause.

“Slowly.”

Lowering my arms, I wrack my thoughts for a sexy way to pull the t-shirt off but I’m at a loss. I’ve never been one to strip tease, and under Leon’s watchful gaze, I suddenly feel very much on display.

Swallowing around the sharp aftertaste of the Vodka, I move slower as I remove the t-shirt and drop it on the floor. Next are my jeans and as I pull them past my hips, I arch my back and stick out my ass, trying to be as sensual as possible. Leon’s faceis unreadable until I start to remove my bra, and his brows pull together slightly.

He looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world which makes lying to him feel even worse. My bra joins the clothing on the floor. When I hook my fingers around the waistband of my panties, Leon’s attention lowers to my legs, my skin flushing with the heat from his gaze, as if it’s a physical thing caressing me from a distance.

I slide my panties down, step out of them, and kick them into the pile. Then I stand up straight, completely naked in front of him.

Waiting and vulnerable.

My pulse races so fast that I can feel the pumping of blood at my neck. My mouth runs dry, bringing with it a craving for another drink, and my body flushes hot as Leon’s intense eyes take in every inch of me. Warmth creeps over my skin as if his hands are on me, touching and inspecting me like a precious jewel, and I ache to feel his touch.

I want him to touch me so I don’t feel so on display, but even as that nervousness coils in my gut like writhing snakes, heat beads between my legs. I’m waiting for his approval,something, and it’s turning me on.

What is wrong with me?

I’ve never been in a situation like this before. Previous partners have always been a quick fuck, mostly with the light off. Fucking Leon in the alley was the height of my sexual adventurousness and now here I stand, aching for him.

“Good girl,” he says again, and my core clenches so tight that it’s almost painful. The warmth between my thighs grows damp with arousal and my cheeks burn hot with fire. “Now get back on your knees and show me how thankful you are.”

I drop to my knees in an instant as Leon fishes his thick, gorgeous cock out of his slacks. He’s already at full mast and it’srather exciting to see how hard he is just from watching me get undressed. It’s oddly simple and yet so erotic that I almost feel like I’m in a dream. Nerves flutter like butterflies through my abdomen, rising to meet my racing heart as a hundred uncertain thoughts burst through my mind.

What if I’m not good enough? What if I don’t do it right? What if I don’t please him? How do I make this so amazing that he can think of nothing else?

Leon remains resting back on the desk but he widens his stance, allowing me to slot in between his legs. His thick cock stretches out to greet me. I wrap my left hand around the shaft, his length immediately jumping and twitching against my palm. My core clenches simultaneously, and soon Leon’s crown is glistening with precum from how turned on he is.

I look up at him through my lashes. The moment our eyes lock, I part my lips and gently stroke my tongue over the swollen head of his cock. The slightly salty taste of precum over my tongue is scarcely noticeable after the Vodka, but I’m more focused on how Leon’s eyes half close in pleasure. His hands rest on the desk on either side of his hips, gripping tightly as I continue to lavish attention over the head of his cock. I lap slowly, swirling my tongue in circles, creating a point to apply more pressure over the more sensitive underside of his crown.

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