Page 103 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
I move my leg, tensing when it brushes against Leo’s knee. Our eyes meet, and the intense pull between us only seems to heighten. I slowly move it again, only to knock it against his other leg. I’m sure his legs weren’t this close seconds ago…
I raise an eyebrow, moving my legs away as I pick up a drink bottle and pour myself a glass.
“What do you want to drink?” I ask Corrado.
“I will have the apple juice; you should ask Daddy, too.” Okay, I think this boy is up to something. Even Leo is frowning at him, but I’m not going to break a kid’s heart.
“Tell me, Wittle Weo, what drink would you like?” I ask sweetly, earning a glare from him.
“I can help myself,” he replies, icily biting the metal cap off a bottle of J2O and taking a swig.
“Daddy, we have to be nice to Azura. She’s our guest.”
“Yes, Wittle Weo, you got to be nice to your guests,” I repeat.
Keep calling me that and I fucking swear I will remind you how far from little I am.His growl comes through the link, sending pleasure to my core. My entire body wants exactly that… and maybe a part of my mind, too…
Well, I don’t remember. Guess there was nothing to remember…I reply haughtily as we continue eating. The image of his dick is still clear in my mind…
Oh, fuck. My entire body is a mess of nerves, and that dangerous desire that is pooling between my legs is growing.
Damn it, Azura, focus.
I do my best to focus on Corrado after that, and when dinner is over, both Leo and I get up at the same time to clear the table. Leo is about to say something, but I cut in,
“I’ll do it. You cooked,” I say when our hands brush, and his gaze rakes over me.
“Fine, you can put that sexy ass to use.”
We both freeze, and I can almost see the annoyance on his face at himself for letting that comment slip.
Nice to know you think it’s sexy,I remark, brushing past him, my bare shoulder brushing his arm.
Don’t push it.
This wasn’t meant to be going like this… and how the hell are we flirting when there is a kid watching us with such intensity that you can’t miss him.
“I’ll help!” Corrado offers as he stands up, about to take the drinks to the fridge.
“Let me wipe your hands first,” Leo says, taking a hand wipe and crouching beside his son.
I watch them, feeling my chest tighten at the faint smile on Leo’s face, the adoration on Corrado’s, and the way Leo wipes his face, too. He is a good dad…
I look away quickly, washing the dishes. My own dad was perfect, the best dad anyone could wish for, and I want my baby to have that…
Once the table is wiped, Leo takes out a platter of dessert shots.
“Daddy didn’t make these,” Corrado announces, “I chose them from the shop all by myself. Winnie let me.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Leo remarks as we look at all the colourful desserts.
“They look yummy,” I say as Corrado runs to get spoons.
“What drink do you want? Hot chocolate, coffee, or anything?” Leo asks when our eyes meet.
“Milk,” I say, smirking as something else milky white came to mind…
“Is your mind always in the gutter?”
