Page 112 of Enticing the Fixer

I arch an eyebrow. “But I can probably walk from the bathroom to the bedroom.”

“But why?” He winks. “It’s not as romantic as if I deposit you in the middle of the mattress, devour you with my eyes, and watch you wiggle against the mattress in anticipation.”

My nipples tighten at the husky tone of his voice, and every inch of me vibrates at once. “Yeah.” I inhale, taking in his cologne. How did he get his stuff here? Never mind. The owner of the cologne company probably flew four hours to drop off his favorite fragrance. “You have a valid point.”

When he steps into my bedroom, my mouth drops open. My dresser is covered in vases of red roses, and rose petals line the floor from the bathroom to the bed. “How?” I blink and shake my head. “Never mind.”

He holds me closer and whispers against my temple. “I’ve never been a romantic guy, but I want to give you the best of everything.”

I cup his cheek and stare into his eyes. “You already did. I have you, and we’re having a baby. I don’t need anything else.”

“I know.” He kisses my lips. It feels like a feather is pressed against my mouth until the pressure increases. I pull up higher in his arms and trace my tongue along the seam of his lips.

When his fingers dig into my upper arms and thigh, he growls into my mouth. He slowly pulls back. His dark pupils send a shiver along my spine. “I’ve missed tasting you.”

After he deposits me on the bed, he climbs on beside me. The only sound in the room is the hum of my laptop on the end table. I won’t be needing that. I’m going to do things differently.

When I leave work, I’m going to leave work. I want to spend time with Leo and be the strongest version of me possible so we can raise a healthy family.

His hands trail along my body from my shoulders to my sides, and then he cups my breasts. “We still have over two hours to go, but I can’t wait that long.” With his fingertips, he pinches my nipples, causing me to clench my thighs together. It feels so good.

“Please, don’t. I can’t wait that long.” I rotate my hips and arch against the mattress. Soon, his tongue follows the same path, and the ache intensifies. I want to beg for more, but I keep my mouth shut and let him explore. His tongue twirls around my nipple, flicking and then sucking it deep between his lips.

“Leo, this feels so good.” The desperation in my voice makes me cringe.

“That’s it, Baby,” he murmurs against my flesh. When his mouth stops on my belly and doesn’t move any lower, I whimper in frustration.

“Is something wrong?” He leans up and catches my gaze. The smirk on his face makes me want to club him over the head or drag his mouth to my clit.

“Yes, something is wrong.”

He bites his bottom lip, and his nostrils flare. “I think I know what you need. Drop your knees to the mattress. I want to see all of you.”

Thank God.Now, we’re getting somewhere. The second I’m exposed to him; he runs his fingers between my curls and along my swollen wet lips. “So wet. And so sweet.”

His fingers slip and slide as he continues to rub against my flesh. It’s not enough. Damn him. I dig my heels into the mattress and shove my hips toward him. “So greedy,” his husky voice vibrates against my sex. He continues his merry way of getting right where I want him and then skating away. Asshole.

“Do you need a map?”

“Not at all.” His finger slides between my folds and dances along my opening. “I think men get a bad rap. We know where the clit and G spot is, but what fun would it be if we went there without priming the pump?”

He lays down between my legs, grabs my ass, hauling me upward, and diving his tongue into my pussy.Finally.My eyes roll back into my head, and I tug on my nipples. If he wanted me primed, he’s got me there. I ache to crash over the edge. To let him shove all the stress of the last couple of days out of me and replace it with relief, contentment, and a whole lot of love.

As he repeatedly lashes his tongue along the tight sensitive bundle of nerves, he plunges two fingers deep into my core. He turns his hand and presses against my G spot, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of me until I’m withering in desperation.

“God, yes. Please, don’t stop.”

He sucks my clit between his lips and lets go with a loud pop.

Fuck. Yes.I gasp, and my walls convulse over his fingers, clutching him and drawing him deeper inside. I scissor my legs around his back, pressing my sex against his mouth. His movements continue as wave after wave of orgasm rocks through me.

“Fuck, yes.”Oh, my God.My head spins from dizziness and pleasure. When I can’t take any more, I sag against the bed and let go of him. Now, I’m better. I sigh and nestle into the pillows. This is what the doctor should have prescribed.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Leo

I move to the head of the bed, wrap her into my arms, and trail my hand along her back. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy. Her thumb strokes over my heart through my T-shirt. I would prefer to be naked, but if I take my clothes off, I’ll lose control.

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