“Just give me an estimate.”

“How many men have you fucked?” He asks, frowning at me.

“I asked you first.” I grin, enjoying his discomfort.

“I fucked the groupies back in the day. It’s been a while.” He shrugs. “Who knows how many.”

“But no kissing and no oral?” I ask, remembering what Meg said at dinner the other night.

“No, too personal.”

“Just a quick fuck then.”

“Samantha…” And I know this is as far as he’s willing to take his side of the conversation, so I let him off the hook.

“Six,” I state.

“Six what?” He asks.

“I’ve had sex with six guys, including you.” I smile smugly at him and wait for his reaction.

“You’ve only had sex with six guys?”

“Hey, that’s a decent number. Enough to know what I like, but not so many that I’m like a fast-food drive through.”

Leo laughs again and smiles over at me. “I’ve had sex with more than six women.”

“I figured.”

“But I’m only having sex with one at the present time.”

“If it were any different, I’d have cut off your dick by now.” I nod. “Most guys had a lot of sex when they were young. You’re a musician. All you have to do is open your mouth and women take off their underwear. What man can resist that?”

“I didn’t have sex with thousands or anything, you know. I’m no Gene Simmons.”

I laugh. “I really don’t care, it’s just fun to torment you.”

His eyes narrow on me. “I think I might need to spank you.”

I sober and watch his strong hands on the steering wheel. “Sing me my song again and you can do anything you want.”

His face turns to mine in surprise, and then he smiles softly. “You really like it?”

I nod happily and reach for his hand as he begins to sing quietly.

I don’t wanna be your friend

Cause I’ve already let you in

Everytime I see your sweet blue eyes

I know I need to make you mine

My walls crumble… And crumble

So all you see is the real me

He sings the whole song, from start to finish, and I trace the ink on his hands as I listen, soaking in the words.

When I run my hand

Over your perfect skin

I know you see me

And not what I’m covered in

My walls crumble… And crumble

So all you see is the me I need you to see

My pretty red panties are wet by the time the song ends, I’m panting.

I want him. Now.

He pulls up at his townhouse and cuts the engine. “I can’t wait long enough to drive to your place.”

“Good call.”

Chapter Thirteen

We barely make it through his front door before we’re attacking each other. His alarm system beeps with a warning, reminding him to put the code in before they call for the police.

I so don’t need the police to break this up.

He’s working on my jeans, not paying attention as I slam the door behind us.

“The code, Leo.”

“Huh?” He buries his face in my neck and bites the tender flesh below my ear, sending tingles down my arms.

“What’s the code? I don’t want to stop for the cops.”

“One two three four.”

I stop and frown up at him. “Seriously?”

“Yep,” He’s pulling my tight jeans down my thighs and I struggle to turn to the keypad to enter in the code before the thirty-second window is up. I punch in the numbers and turn back to him.

“Step out of your pants.” He’s squatting by my feet, and I lean on his shoulders, bunching the material of the t-shirt in my fingers, while he peels the denim off my legs.

“Shirt off,” I mutter and he complies and assaults my mouth with hard, demanding kisses.

He pulls me to the stairs as we continue to tug and pull at our clothes, inching our way up toward the bedroom.

“Can’t wait.” He props me on the landing, my feet planted on the stairs and he leans in and buries his face in my still-covered pussy.

“Holy shit!” I jackknife into a sitting position, watching Leo pull the lace to the side with his forefinger and lap at my labia, through my folds and up to my clit. “Fuck,” I whisper.

“Lie back,” he instructs me, his voice hard and leaving no room for argument.

I love it when he gets demanding.

He rips my underwear in two and throws them over his shoulder.

“You keep destroying perfectly good underwear.” I pant and feel him grin against my pussy.

“I’ll buy you more.”

“You don’t have to. I like it.” I hear him chuckle and then his tongue is inside me and my hips raise up off of the stairs, pushing me harder against his mouth. He cups my ass in his hands and holds me tightly against him.

“Fuck you’re good at that.” And I remember: I’m one of the few who knows that.

He sinks a single finger inside me, and I clench around him, my muscles ready to clench around his thick cock.

I need him inside me.

“Leo,” I breathe.

“Yes, baby.”

I look down to find him watching me, watching my nipples pucker in arousal, my breath coming fast, my teeth biting into my lip over and over again while he finger-fucks me and licks at my clit.

“God, I need you.”

“You have me, Sam.” His eyes are happy and full of mischief as he sinks a second finger into me and sucks on my clit, hard.

I explode, screaming his name and grinding against his face, clutching his hair in my fists. I hear him laugh as he rises over me and pulls my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and running his tongue over them each in turn, which sparks new contractions around his fingers.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my mouth. I can smell myself on him, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more.  “I think I need you in my bed.”

Before I can protest, or even respond, he lifts me and carries me quickly to the bedroom, and lays me, face down, on the bed. Just when I think he’s going to take me hard and fast, he begins kissing me, lightly biting me, from my ass up my spine and to my neck. He straddles my thighs and I feel his hard cock resting on my buttocks. He’s bent over me, caressing and kissing my back, whispering words that I barely understand through the thick sexual haze I’m caught up in, and I can’t help but lift my hips in invitation.




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