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“Okay…” I was a weak, spineless woman when it came to Leo Turner, “And, um…when is next time?” I mean, if it was going to happen, I might as well pencil it in.

Leo chuckled as the doors to the elevator slid open, tightening his hold on my waist for a second, gently nipping at the shell of my ear before releasing me and stepping around my frozen stance to leave the elevator, “The next time you antagonize me, or when I irritate you, probably.”

I released a laugh of disbelief as I followed him out, “That’s probably going to be like,” I checked my nonexistent watch for theatrics, “Twelve hours from now.”

“Then prepare yourself, Ms. Williams,” Leo held the door leading to the parking lot out for me to walk through, not being subtle in the slightest as he tipped his head and dropped his eyes to stare at my ass as I passed him, “Because I like being in this position.”

“What position?” I lifted a brow as I stopped my walk to watch him step ahead of me, heading straight to his stupid, dangerous motorcycle. He turned around and walked backward, letting his blue eyes rake over the entirety of my body as he shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans to pull out his keys.

“Being the only one who can give you what you need.”

I gnawed on my bottom lip.

Was that…really that appealing?

“Don’t overthink it,” Leo called over his shoulder as he turned around to swing a leg over his bike, taking the helmet off of the back seat and sliding it over his head.

The visual of him putting his helmet on, complete with his leather jacket and dark jeans, made my lower belly fill with warmth.

This couldn’t have been healthy.

Leo didn’t say anything more, instead, he just nodded at me as he started his bike and carefully pulled out of his parking space, lifting two fingers to salute me over his visor before he sped away.

I stood there momentarily, trying to figure out when our dynamic had changed so suddenly.

…It was probably the moment he ate me out ass up, if I had to guess.

I shook my head, determined to pull myself together. I had just gotten another mind-numbing orgasm, so I should be good for a while. It probably wouldn’t be within twelve hours when I had my cravings again, which made me feel a little more confident attempting to resume the normal routine I relied on.

ChapterEleven

LEO

“Wait—”Jacqueline sat up, her hair beautifully disheveled, “Youactuallyeat baked beans in the morning? That isn’t just some made-up British stereotype?”

I laughed in response, not bothering to smother the sound with any of the pillows surrounding us.

Her smile kicked up a notch, so I reached for her again.

* * *

I was fucked.

And now so was Jacqueline, by me, which was a problem.

I was pacing back and forth the next morning, checking my mobile in case Jacqueline needed a ride to work again. But it didn’t look like it. I was about to pocket my cell and get ready to head into the office when it started buzzing, and I practically dropped it from my fingers in an attempt to see who was calling.

My mum.

Shit.

I pressed answer, “Morning, I’m about to head into the office.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” My mother, Victoria (who I lovingly call Mummy), pouted as her dark eyes, which reminded me of Mary’s, widened, “I was hoping to catch you before you had to rush out the door.”

I double-checked the time, and nodded, “I don’t have a meeting until ten, so I can be a little late.” Plus, it would reduce the chance of Jacqueline and I awkwardly bumping into each other in the car park. I was confident when we left yesterday, and I blame that on the mind-numbing orgasm that Jacqueline pulled from me.

After a full night's sleep, though, I was feeling anxious about where she and I stood. How to move forward.