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Because sure, nomanhas ever made me come. But I’ve been able to makemyselffinish. But no vibrator has ever left me feeling like this.

It feels like ten minutes before my body settles down, the heavy thumping in my chest subsiding.

With a deep breath, I open my eyes, finding Leo in front of me, his lips shiny with my release, and I watch him lick them clean as he watches me.

“I, um, do you want me to return the favor?” I ask, surprisingly excited about the prospect.

Leo purses his lips before shaking his head. “Not right now, Sunny. Right now is all about you.”

“Apparently,” I breathe out.

“Was that real?” he asks, leveling me with his intense stare.

My brows furrow. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You said you’ve never come before. I want to make sure I actually made you come, Briar. You deserve it. I don’t want you faking it with me.”

My face grows hot. “It was real,” I tell him, almost embarrassed at being called out. I used to fake it all the time with Tony.

I got really good at making it look real, not that he cared. Not that he waited for it.

“If I don’t do my job, you tell me and I’ll try harder. You understand?”

I nod.

“Good. Now, what do you want to do with the rest of our day, Sunny. You’re in charge.”

I think about it for a moment, my brain still in a haze. “I think I just want you to hold me and watch a movie,” I tell him finally.

He nods, getting to his feet. Shifting uncomfortably, he winces. “I’ll be right back Sunny, I’m just going to change.”

And he’s off.

39

LEO

Ihave a couple of things to figure out.

One. Did I come in my pants like a teenager because I loved Briar’s taste that much, or because I was too excited about the prospect of her pushing me around? I mean, no one has ever bossed me around like that, and although I’ve thought of myself as pretty dominant in bed, maybe I like both.

At least, when Briar’s the one telling me what to do.

Two. Am I in love with Briar Crosby.

Well, that answer is a very clear resounding yes. Not that I’d ever tell her that right now. I may seem like an idiot but I’m not totally stupid. The best way to scare her off? Come off too strong with my feelings.

We’ve come a little ways, let’s pace ourselves.

Three. Do I admit what happened to her? I mean, the come in my pants part.

I stop in the middle of my bedroom, hands on my hips, thinking it over.

Maybe she would think it’s hot.

No, she’s going to think I’m inexperienced. Not that that’s a bad thing.

Maybe I’ll admit it.

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