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“I’m listening.”

Leo enjoys being in control. Needs it. Me tying him up means he won’t be in control. I’m curious to see what he’s going to do about that.

So I tie his hands behind his back with the laces and then straddle him.

“No touching at all,” I tell him.

“Fuck…,” he groans. “You telling me what to do is so goddamn hot.”

He’s rock hard as soon as I sit down on him, my legs sliding over his, my heated center covering his lap. Groaning in response to just the pressure, he tilts his head back in passion. I kiss up his neck, over his jaw, and then his head pops up, eager to kiss me. A brief moment and he looks at me, his piercing eyes on mine, his hot breath igniting my already heated skin. I move slowly, my hips rolling, sliding along his length with a controlled movement, the slightest teasing pressure.

My hips rock back and forth, but my movements appear to frustrate him. “I need to touch you. This isn’t fair. Don’t deny me, baby,” he whispers in a needy whisper.

I reach between us, taking his hard, condom-covered dick in my hands, and then slowly ease down on him. Pure bliss.

When I arch my chest into him and toss my head back, he groans faintly, his hips raising into each bounce I make. The sensations, tingling hot, spread warmth through every part of me.

Leo’s eyes squeeze shut, his head dropping forward against my chest, teeth nipping at my breasts. “Don’t stop,” he begs, and I sense he’s close. Already.

Pride and desire shoot through me. My body curves around his, my hands wrapping around his neck tighter, and I grind myself into him.

His body tenses, about the same time mine does. “Oh God, baby…,” he groans, his teeth sinking into my neck. “Jesus.”

My breath catches as I shake above him, crying out his name as he spills inside me.

“I love you.” He keeps chanting. “I fucking love you so much.”

Drawing back, I press my lips to his. “I love you, too.”

CHAPTER29

CENTER ICE

LEO

The neutral area between the blue lines.

After two weekson the road, I can’t wait to see Callie and the baby. It’s a problem. I’ve become attached.

My boy is sound asleep in his room when I get home, but that doesn’t stop me from checking on him. It’s amazing how much Caleb’s grown in just two weeks. At three months old, he’s starting to look less like a fragile newborn and more like a baby with chubby cheeks and is filling out his little arm rolls nicely.

As gently as I can, I pick him up from his crib and sit down with him in the rocking chair. He stirs, his mouth breaking into a wide yawn, and then he looks up at me, a soft but tired grin present when he realizes who I am.

“Hey, bud.” Leaning forward, I kiss his forehead and then start rocking. “I missed you.” Breathing in deeply, I remember that baby smell I thought I’d never find appealing. He smells like laundry soap and honey, a perfect mixture. “Daddy scored another hat trick last night and two assists.”

He says nothing, obviously, and he’s back to sleep just as quickly as he had woken up.

Setting him in his crib, I go across the hall where my girl is waiting up for me.

Things have certainly changed between Callie and me. Ever since I told her I loved her, we have this connection I can’t describe. Makes me want to kick myself for not telling her sooner. Makes me pissed I let that word scare me for so long, because I didn’t truly understand the meaning of it.

Only now I do.

As I approach the bed, I loosen my tie. When I reach the footboard, I pull on it with my right hand as I ghost the fingertips of my left hand up her bare thigh. Callie jumps at the touch, creating goose bumps over skin I’ve been longing to worship for weeks. Her body twists into mine, and she rolls over to face me. “Hey.”

“Miss me?”

No words are uttered. Instead, her upper body rises from the bed, her hands sliding up my body at my waist to my undo tie. Taking a firm grasp, she yanks me forward onto the bed. My hands catch me as I fall forward, hovering intimately over her.

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