Page 46 of The Fixer

“Like you said, you’re the expert here,” he says, the big jerk. His hand closes around my wrist, and he moves my hand between my legs. “Get to work, principessa. Show me how you like it.”

I rub my finger slowly over my clit. Leo follows it with his tongue, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from screaming. I do it again, and he licks me once more. He repeats my movements, and it’s so hot. His tongue shouldn’t feel that different from my fingers, but it does,my God, it really does.It makes all the difference in the world. His touch lights me on fire.

He continues to follow my lead, his tongue dancing over me with a vengeance, circling my swollen clit repeatedly until I’m a quivering, shakingmess. I dig my nails into my palm and surrender to the sensations that flow through me. “Leo,” I groan. “Please. . .”

“Please what, principessa? Please make you come?” He laughs as he sucks my throbbing clit between his lips. “Not so fast.”

He brings me to the edge over and over, backing off just before I fall into orgasm. I’ve never done this, never teased myself this way. I hate it, I love it, and I never want him to stop. He thrusts a finger inside me, and I whimper. He starts to move it in and out, his thumb pressing on my clit, and I rock my hips against his hand. It all blurs into an intense, overwhelming pleasure.

Relentless pressure builds up inside me. “Please. . .” I beg. Every time Leo’s tongue flicks my clit, I unravel a little bit. I gasp and plead and writhe, helpless to resist his skillful lips and fingers. He’s feasting on me, and when he looks up at me with glazed eyes, I can see that his chin is glistening with my juices. And there’s something so intensely erotic about the sight that I can’t hold on. Fireworks explode behind my eyes, and I come, sobbing out his name as I do.

I shudder and shiver as wave after wave of glorious pleasure crests over me. Leo stays with me until the last tremors have died away, and then hegets to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a look of satisfaction on his face. “Tell me, principessa. How do I stack up against your fingers?”

He knows perfectly well how he did. “Hmm,” I say, trying to bite back my smile and failing. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to do another test. Or three. But first. . .” I reach for his erection. It’s a thick bulge straining against his jeans, and I want it. I want Leo’s cock. “It’s my turn. Show me how you like to be touched?”

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LEO

Show me how you like to be touched.

She looks at me, those big brown eyes shining with anticipation, her tongue swiping over her oh-so-kissable lips. Fuck. I can’t resist. All my intentions of taking it slow, of bringing her to pleasure over and over again, vanish at the thought of her soft hands wrapped around my cock, her sweet, sassy mouth taking my length.

“Come here,” I growl. Need rages in my blood, a bone-deep ache that won’t be denied. I get naked in a hurry, like a randy teenager, and she moves closer, swiping her tongue over her lower lip. I grab her, wrap my arm around her hips and hold her soft, sweet body against my scarred one.

“Close your fingers around my cock.”

Her right hand steals down my stomach. She curves her fingers over my throbbing erection and strokes me, once, twice, a light, exploratory touch. “Like this?” she asks, never taking her eyes off my length. “Or harder?”

“Harder,” I hiss, and her grip tightens.God.Rosa’s intent on her task and eager to please, and it’s so fucking erotic. The sight of her pink-gold fingernails wrapped around my cock. . . So unbearably sexy. At this rate, I’m going to come before she pumps a half-dozen times.

“Show me,” she says. “Show me exactly how you like it.”

Oh fuck yes. I put my hand over hers and stroke up and down, hard and fast. Her hand feels like warm silk, and I can’t get enough. I suck air into my lungs and keep stroking, steady and even. “Like that.” My eyes fall on her left hand, and it gives me an idea. “But use your other hand.”

She obligingly switches hands and resumes driving me insane. “Why?”

I can’t tear my gaze away. “I want to see my ring on your finger as you jerk me off,” I choke out. Something about the gemstone on her delicate finger fills me with hot, possessive pleasure.Mine. My soon-to-be wife.“Feels good.”

Good is the biggest understatement in the world. It feels amazing. The gold band of her engagement ring abrades my engorged head, and I jerk, blood rushing from my brain and going straight to my cock. I can feel my orgasm build. The grip of her fingers and the sweet torture of the ring are pushing me over the edge, but I don’t want—I jerk away before I explode.

“I’m going to come undone if I can’t fuck you,” I say, a growl and a plea worked into one. I pick her up and toss her on my bed. “I’ll be slow. Gentle. But I need?—”

Her legs fall open for me. “Yes,” she says. “Yes, please.”

I tried to do the right thing. I tried so fucking hard to stay away from her. But she’s lying on my bed, her sweet pussy wet for me, and it’s not within my power to walk away. If I were a good man, I would get the hell out of here before I take something from her that I have no right to.

But I’ve never been that good, and Rosa’s impossible to resist.

I grope for a condom, tear the packet open with shaking hands, and roll it over my length. I position myself between her legs. “Are you sure?” I ask,holding myself above her hips, trembling with the effort of staying still. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Leo,” she says. “I’ve been sure since the first time we met. Shut up and fuck me.”

That sassy mouth of hers. I kiss her with hungry urgency. The way she’s looking at me—sweet and trusting—I don’t deserve it, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make this good for her. I kiss her mouth and neck and shoulders, shuddering as her hips arch in response.

“Rosa,” I whisper. “You have no idea how much I want you.” I feel like I’m in the grip of an all-consuming fever. I squeeze her breasts and suck her swollen nipples into my mouth, desire twisting in my gut.Mine.I’m greedy for her. I want to ravage her, and I never want to let go, and that thought terrifies the crap out of me.

“Leo,” she pants against my skin. She whimpers and arches up, offering herself up to my touch. She’s flushed and sweaty and glistening, her hair disheveled, her eyes glazed. “I can’t wait. . .”

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