Page 16 of Sin Bin Daddies

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Shut up,I mentally scream at myself.

Leo sets the knife down and looks at me.

Reallylooks at me.

And then, in one smooth motion, he picks up a slice of cheese, walks over to me, and slides it into my mouth.

I make a small, involuntary moan, closing my eyes as it melts on my tongue.

When I open them, he’s grinning.

“Not to be crude,” he says, “but I’ve eaten a lot of things in this world. Nothing comes close to pussy.”

I choke on the cheese.

He walks away and starts stirring butter into the pan like he didn’t just say that, like he didn’t just make my thighs clench together under the counter.

I stare at his back, the broad muscle, the way his shirt clings to his frame, and look away fast.

My gaze lands on a poster ofScream, framed on the wall.

“Okay, so you weren’t lying.”

Leo glances over his shoulder, flipping a sandwich. “Told you. Die-hard fan.”

I push off the stool, walking toward him. “Where’d you get them?”

He shrugs. “Been collecting for years.”

I stop beside him, hand brushing his arm.

His breath catches when he turns, his gaze lingering on my mouth, my legs, the way my tank top sticks to my skin from the humid Miami air.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, setting the spatula down.

I lick my lips.

His eyes track the motion.

I’m the one who closes the space, fingers grazing his forearm. “I’m not in town for long,” I say, voice softer now, a little unsteady.

Leo watches me carefully. “Okay.”

“I’m feeling vulnerable as fuck,” I admit, “but if you wanna kiss me again, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

He exhales, palms skimming up my sides, rough and warm. He cups the back of my head, fingers tangling in the strands of my hair.

He leans in, his voice thick with something I don’t quite understand.

“What if I want to do more than kiss you,hermosa?”

I suck in a breath.

Because fuck.

His accent on that word—the way it slides off his tongue like something meant just for me—sends a shiver right down my spine.

I wet my lips again, heart slamming against my ribs. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that either.”