Page 107 of Worth the Risk

Leo takes Riley, stopping any further conversation. “Let’s go, Princess. Swim time.” He tickles her belly while making his way to the elevator. Connor gives me a smile.I’m so embarrassed.

“After you,” he says. I pick up my bag and duck my head before following Leo to the elevator.

Leo and Riley have been in the pool for an hour while Connor and I sit on chairs and watch them.

“Kylie, I just want to say this, then I’ll say no more unless you want to talk about it. I’m saddened that Leo has missed so much of Riley’s life, but I don’t blame you. There have been other factors at play, and you were not at fault. Leo has told me everything, and I intend to help him get to the bottom of what happened. I’ll admit that when I first found out about you, I wanted Leo to stay away. I was worried you would hurt him. That wasn’t fair of me. That was my baggage, and I played a significant role in making it his baggage.”

I nod to let him know I’m listening, but since I want to see where he’s going with this, I remain quiet.

“I was wrong. I’m not too proud to admit it. When Emma left, it hit all of us hard. Me, the worst, and in seeing what it did to me, it made Leo not want to put himself into a situation where he could be hurt again. However, when love comes to you, you have no control, just as I have none over my love for Emma. A part of me always will love her, even after the way she left. Leo felt the same way about you, Kylie. I knew it the moment I saw you two together. When he came home, I knew something bad had happened, but he never spoke about it. He fell into routines that I’m afraid he learned from me. He drank a lot to forget. He eventually came around, but I have never seen him genuinely happy again. I see him full of life again now, and I want him to continue to be happy. Please don’t make him pay for mistakes that are my crimes.”

He never once looks at me, and I have the feeling he’s unable to. I assume it’s because he feels ashamed. I thank him, and he simply nods. Most of what he said, I already knew. Like how Emma leaving hurt them and how Leo feared trusting and giving his love to someone who might abandon him. I concluded it early on in our relationship that it was a trigger for him. The same way the trust and fear of being cheated on was my trigger.

Can we be happy again? Am I willing to take another chance on him?In a perfect world, Riley could have a motheranda father. When we’re together, it feels like it is where I am meant to be. I’ve never felt that with another man, and I doubt I ever will.Leo is it for me.

“Mommy, I’m done. Can I watch a movie?” Rylie asks.

Leo lifts her out of the water, and she runs over to me.

“Here, let me take her. Have a swim in the pool,” Connor says, wrapping a towel around Riley and taking her by the hand to lead her away.

Leo stands inside the pool with his crossed arms on the deck, staring at me. Mustering up my courage, I stand up and pull my cover-up off. Maybe it was what his father said about how he loved me and how broken he was after we broke up, but I suddenly have a strong desire to reconnect with him.

Making my way over to him, his lustful eyes roam my body from my head to my toes, finally locking with my eyes. When I reach the edge of the pool, Leo straightens his arms, hands still on the deck. With a husky voice, he commands, “In, Kylie.” He motions to the place between his arms with his head. And just like that, I listen.

That dominating voice, I remember well. He’s about to show me pleasure, and I’m more than willing to accept it. I sit down, slot my legs into the water between his arms, and lower myself in until my feet hit the bottom. We’re face to face, the chemistry sparking between us. Leo leans his head in, and right when I think he’s going to kiss me, he changes tactics. As he kisses my neck and up to my ear, my breathing accelerates. This right here is what he does to me. He makes me want him like no other man.

Bringing his hands up to my breasts, he fondles them, and my nipples harden as he pinches and soothes them while kissing my neck. His mouth moves lower until he is at the top of my breasts. His hands slide my bikini top over, baring me to him.

“Fuck, I love your tits.”

Lowering his head, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I moan when he gently skims his tongue across the erect nub and gives it a nibble. The sensation his mouth is bestowing on me is making me lose control.

He pinches my other nipple, sending shock waves through me before trailing his hand down my body. I know where he’s going, and I want him to go there.

He slides his fingers into my bikini bottoms, down between my folds, and expertly circles my clit. I’m on fire. I want more, and I let him know. He’s never failed to deliver the most exquisite pleasures.

“More, Leo. I want… need more.”

“Shush, baby. I know what you need. I’ve played your body so many times, even in my dreams. I damn well know what you need,” he whispers in my ear.

Even in his dreams? Does that mean he dreams of me?

He shifts his hand so his thumb is rubbing on my clit and sticks a finger inside me. My body begs for more, and when I whimper, he pushes another finger in. Moving his fingers in and out of me, he hits the spot that only he’s ever been able to find.

“Fuck, you are still so fucking tight... loosen up, I need in,” he demands, hooking his fingers.

The next thing I know, I climax, moaning his name repeatedly while my fingers pull on his hair.

Once my pussy stops clenching around him, he removes his fingers and lifts me by my waist so my legs warp around him, hugging him close to me as I shiver from the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He grinds his erection against me, hitting the spot his fingers were moments before.

To free himself, he pulls the string of his swim trunks between us and lowers them, and I feel the heaviness of his erection on my stomach. I know what’s coming, and there’s no way in hell I am stopping him. Leo is about to give me a pleasure I have not felt since last being intimate with him.

He moves my bikini bottoms to the side and lifts me a little further so the head of his cock lies at my opening. Pulling his head away, he peers into my eyes, wordlessly announcing what he wants.

“Fuck me, Leo,” I whisper.

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