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Alex:Okay, seriously, man. Do I need to call the doorman?

Alex:Oh, dayum. YOU'VE GOT A CHICK IN THERE? I just heard her scream.

Alex:Honestly, dude, good for you. It's a relief to know you've still got it, tbh. I was concerned for the health of your prostate.

Alex:Okay, well, no worries, just bring my cleats to practice tomorrow.

Alex:P.S. My sister better have gone out for the night. God save her innocent little ears if she can hear your shenanigans right now.

Chapter Twenty-two

Brynn

I bounce on themattress after Leo tosses me onto it, watching him stalk toward me with a look of dark determination in his eyes. His linen sheets twist around me, soft against my bare skin, but I'm too wonderstruck by the man before me to give much attention to his bedspread or the cozy lightwood furnishings in the room.

I still can't believe what he just did to me. No man before him has ever made me squirt. It's not that I'm a prude—I have a clit piercing, for Christ's sake—or that I haven't had good sex before. I have. Great sex, even. But I've never experienced anything like that.

And he hasn't even been inside me yet.

"You're still wearing your boxers."

He flicks his eyes casually down to his crotch. "So I am."

"I'm just saying. You've just spent the past half hour nose deep in my pussy, and I haven't seen your cock yet. Hardly seems fair." I tilt my head to one side and narrow my eyes playfully. "Worried I'll be disappointed?"

I definitely willnotbe disappointed, given the size of the bulge he's packing. Concerned, if anything. That thing looks like it could puncture a lung.

He shakes his head to himself then drops his underwear. I guess he doesn't need a comeback. His cock speaks for itself.

"Jesus," I whisper under my breath.

Can dicks be pretty? Because Leo's is fucking beautiful. Long and thick and curved at the perfect angle. My mouth waters, and my pussy aches, like it hasn't just had two of the most intense orgasms of its entire life.

Climbing onto the bed, he crawls up the mattress until he's looming over me. He dips his head, stroking his nose up the column of my throat until his lips are only a breath away from mine. "No, Brynn. I'm not worried you'll be disappointed." His voice is a low rumble of thunder that makes goosebumps break out across my body.

"Yes, I, um…" I swallow. "I can see why you wouldn't be."

I can feel it against my leg, the swollen tip stroking gently over the skin of my thigh. It's torture. I want it closer, want to feel it stretching me apart as Leo sinks into me.

His eyes sparkle knowingly as he reaches between us to rub the head of his cock up and down my entrance.

"Stop teasing me," I plead, wriggling beneath him.

"Say please," he says roughly, and I'm reminded of the day I agreed to the nanny position. His refusal to beg, his reluctance to say please. As hot as his domination is, I'll be damned if I don't get what I've been owed from the start.

Shoving his chest, he rolls to the side, gripping my thighs so that I end up on top of him. I'm not naïve enough to think that we wouldn’t have ended up in this position had he not been willing to concede control, but the power I feel at having him beneath me goes straight to my head.

"Condoms?" I ask, my lips parted as I drag my wet center up and down his dick.

His eyes shutter as he fights to form words, finally gritting out a short, "Drawer," in reply. My breasts hang heavy by his face as I lean over to his bedside table to grab a Magnum from the top drawer, freezing in place when I feel the heat of his mouth closing around my nipple.

Automatically, my hand finds its way into his hair. I clutch him against me, moving faster over his dick, until I remember that this isn't his show anymore. It's mine.

Sitting up, I force him to release my nipple and shake my head. "You're forgetting who's in control here."

His brow arches with misguided confidence. "Am I?"

Poor fucker has no idea what's coming to him.

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