Page 83 of Hidden Heir

Two hours of tossing and turning with Leon sleeping soundly next to me is driving me crazy. I’m restless for reasons unknown. I contemplate getting up and doing some work but the thought of leaving the bed is daunting so I don’t. I stay tucked in with my eyes closed, willing myself to sleep but it doesn’t come.

Should I get up and go for a run?

Work out?

Make some food?

A hundred suggestions flood my mind, and while some of them sound appealing, I have no desire to leave bed and actually go do them. My mind is tired but my body thrums with energy. Rolling from side to side, I turn onto my stomach then to my back—again. Leon’s voice drifts through the dark.

“Are you fighting someone over there?” he asks, his voice heavy with sleep. “Should I call Rik?”

“Can’t sleep,” I murmur. “Super restless.”

“I can tell.” The sound of him moving through the sheets ends with him pressing against me, the broad warmth of his chest sending a shiver down my spine. “How can I help?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, blinking through the dark to try and make out his face. “I feel like I should do something to tire myself out. My mind is tired but my body isn’t.”

“Poor baby,” Leon murmurs. “You want to get up?”

“No.”

“Exercise?”

“No.”

“Massage?”

“Mmm… no. Sorry.” His suggestions are good but none of them sound like they’ll soothe the restless itch in my bones. His hand slides over my abdomen, his thumb caressing one of my scars.

His touch is incredibly soothing so maybe a massage is exactly what I need. But the thought of lying here being caressed doesn’t seem quite right. I need something else. Something more.

In a surge of confidence, I push Leon away so that I can climb on top of him. I catch his wrists and pin his hands above his head. Strength wise, I have no chance and I’m only able to do it because he allows me to, but it still sends a thrill through my body as he lays underneath me.

“Do you need adifferentway to become tired out?” Leon asks. I can hear his smirk in the dark.

“Maybe,” I reply, rolling my naked hips down onto his soft cock. “But you’re not even interested.”

“Darling, I’m always interested.”

“Fuck me then,” I demand. “Fuck me until my body is as exhausted as my mind.”

“So bossy,” Leon replies, his wrists flexing under my grip.

“Please,” I whine. “I want to feel you all over. I want your hands in my hair and your fingers on my skin. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t breathe. I want you to take me apart like you used to. Please.”

Leon doesn’t reply at first.

“Unless you’re too chicken,” I say, releasing his wrists and settling my full weight back on his hips. His cock twitches underneath me and I manage a smile before he surges upward and flips our positions. I hit the mattress with a delighted squeal. I’m on my stomach with Leon over top of me, his knees on either side of my hips. He drags one arm lightly up my back as his other hand slides into my hair, grabbing a fistful and lifting me an inch away from the pillow.

“Do you think I’m too chicken?” he asks in a low voice, sounding much more awake than he did a few minutes ago. “Is that really how you should be talking to me?”

“I don’t know,” I taunt breathlessly as my heart rate picks up and every fiber of my being screams yes. “Maybe you’ve gotten soft but if I have to find something else to give me the good, hard fucking I need—ahh!”

Leon shoves my head back down into the pillow and releases my arm in favor of pushing his hand between my legs. Two fingers enter me immediately and my eyes roll back in my head.

Yes.

“Message received,” Leon murmurs, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “Loud and clear, darling.”

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