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"Fuck," he hisses through his teeth, nostrils flaring. He can't look away, can't drag his gaze away from the point of our connection.

And I can't look away from him.

His eyes, blazing with fire. His wide, strong shoulders. The ridges of his abs as he sucks in shaky breaths. He is, without a doubt in my mind, the most erotically attractive man I've ever seen in my whole twenty-four years of existence.

"Fuck it," he growls.

And then he's on me.

Text thread between Leo and Alex

Alex:Hey dude, I need a favor.

Alex:You there?

Alex:Sully?

Alex:I left my good cleats at your place the other day. Need them for practice tomorrow because my spares are killing my feet.

Alex:Ffs. I'll just swing by to grab them in an hour, then.

Chapter Twenty-one

Leo

All thoughts of Alexand how he'll hate me for what I'm about to do are buried deep in the back of my mind as I fist Brynn's hair and crash my mouth down onto hers.

She melts like butter, mewing this little noise that goes straight to my dick. Her fingernails claw at my back, tracking bloody scratches in their wake. But I don’t feel any pain. It only stokes the flames inside of me. Only makes me take her lips even harder. Clutch her tighter. Plunge my tongue deeper into her hot, wet mouth.

Swinging her into my arms, her legs wrap around my waist so I can carry her over to my desk on the opposite side of my office.

God, I want her.

I want her so fucking much that my dick has been rock hard and weeping since the moment she busted into the room.

And given the way she's rocking her core against me as we kiss, she wants me just as much.

Setting her down on the desk, she gasps as my lips find their way to her neck. She tastes so fucking sweet. And those sounds she's making? These short little moans suspended on every exhale, it's almost enough to make me blow before we’ve even begun.

"More," she pleads. "God, Leo.More."

I bite down on her neck in compliance, and her body bucks beneath me. My tongue tracks its way along her collarbone then up her throat to find its way back to hers.

"You sound so pretty when you beg," I whisper into her mouth.

She growls in response, teeth clamping down on my bottom lip so hard she draws blood. But I don't care. It spurs me on.

I'm tugging at her gym top before I even realize what I'm doing, groaning in frustration when it gets caught under her arms. "Why the fuck do you wear such tight clothing all the time?"

"Because it drives you crazy,” she replies with a light laugh, wrenching the tiny scrap of material over her head herself.

She's right about that, but any words I may have had in response die a sudden death on my tongue. Because she wasn't wearing a bra under her top. And now the woman of my wet dreams is reclining back on my desk, bare breasts thrust up toward me, her nipples hardening under my relentless stare.

"Fuck, Brynn." I bite down on my fist, heart thumping wildly in my chest. "Look at you."

Her eyes are locked on my chest, gaze roaming over my pecs then down each row of abs. When she reaches the V pointing to below my track pants, her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. For a long beat, her gaze stays there before leisurely tracing her way back up to watch me from beneath long, dark lashes.

She's a goddamn siren.

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