Page 101 of Cuffed By Love

“Oh, my goodness.” Levi and I pull apart, panting when we hear a voice behind us. I see Ayla and Wyatt standing there with their mouths hanging open.

“Cheese on a sesame cracker, I thought I detected the distinct smell of fuckery in the air as I approached the house,” Wyatt smirks at me, and my cheeks burn.

“I didn’t know you had…” Ayla clears her throat, “… company.” She points toward Levi, who smiles sheepishly and waves at her. “Nice to see you, Levi.”

“You too, Ayls.” He greets. I gesture with my eyes for them to leave, but they’re both standing there grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

“Do you mind?”

“No,” Wyatt answers. “Please, as you were. Don’t mind us. You won’t even know I’m here… I promise. This is the closest I’m getting to any sort of action this weekend.”

“Wyatt!” I exclaim and hurl the box of tissues at him. “Get lost.”

“I’ll remember this the next time you want to watch me fuck, you little shrew,” Wyatt grumbles humorously. Levi gives me a questioning look, and I chuckle.

“He’s joking,” I tell him, and he grins. Ayla and Wyatt disappear out of the living room, leaving us alone. I sigh when he drops a kiss on my bare shoulder. “Remind me to eat in my bedroom next time where there’s a lock.”

Levi laughs, his eyes still hot with desire. “Are you inviting me into your bedroom, baby girl?”

I smile coyly and lean in. “Maybe.” We go in for a kiss, and just as his lips brush mine apart and his tongue glides over mine, I hear Wyatt’s voice booming from the kitchen.

“You better disinfect that sofa when you’re done!” We jump apart, and I close my eyes and exhale. And there goes the moment.

“How about next time we go to a hotel or someplace quiet where we’ll have no interruptions, and I can take my sweet time and really appreciate you.” Levi expresses, looking into my face, his fingers brushing through my hair.

“Sounds like a plan,” I reply, grazing my own fingers over his beard. “I feel terrible leaving you all hot and bothered.”

Levi smiles handsomely. “Baby, you always leave me hot and bothered. Even if we slept together, I’d still want more.” This guy is something else. “Don’t worry about me. You’ve given me enough material to conjure up to use later to take care of myself.”

“Oh, stowing me away into the wank bank, huh?” I utter teasingly, and he throws his head back and laughs.

“Absolutely. I desperately needed some fresh material. I may have abused the old ones. The time has come to recycle and make space for newer, hotter conceptions.” Levi states flirtatiously, brushing a soft kiss on my lips.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted right now?”

Levi pulls back to look at me, his brows furrowed. “Insulted? Why on earth would you ever be insulted at the prospect of a man wanking off to the thought of you? That’s the highest form of flattery. Personally, it would make me crazy to know you were touching yourself to the thought of me.” When I look at him with a startled expression, his brow goes up. “Oh, you have.” He groans gruffly, gripping my hips and grinding his erection into me. “Maybe I should call you later, and you can touch yourself for me and maybe help take care of this…” I moan when the length of him presses against my clit.

“Levi King, you’re a very bad man.”

“Just two friends helping each other, right?”

I chuckle. “Right.” I look around for my top and see it on the floor. Before I could bend over to pick it up, Levi stops me.

“Wait.” I watch him peel down the left cup to my bra and swirl his tongue around my nipple.

I hiss, and a jolt of pleasure fires through me when he bites and sucks hard enough to leave a mark. “Till next time, baby girl.”

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