Page 3 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Andrea

El:

Absolutely, my love. I’ll come and find you.

P erfect. I’d be lying to myself if I said seeing mon trésor every day wasn’t my favorite part of this job. Considering her family’s opinion of me, we don’t see each other as often as I’d enjoy. Her parents are old school, preferring that she live at home since she’s unmarried.

We come from different worlds, yet we ended up in the same place. El was raised in money by two parents, while ma mère and I lived in a small one-bedroom apartment outside of Paris. Her parents don’t believe that I am worthy of even breathing the same air as her because of that detail.

El’s signature heels clicking on the floor give away her approach.

When I turn around, I see her beautiful body walking my way.

Her gorgeous hourglass figure sways as her deep ocean-blue eyes lock onto mine, glimmering with the love I know she holds inside.

Families be damned, I am the luckiest man in the world to have such a striking woman, and she will always be mine.

If she tried to leave, I would call in a favor from Alessandro Leone, a client of mine who involves himself in some illicit activities, to keep her close.

I understand that makes me sound crazy, but love makes you do crazy things.

When she reaches me, I wrap my arms around her center and kiss her neck, roaming up her jaw until I reach her lips. Sparks fly between us, reminding me of the first time we kissed. She sighs when I pull my lips away from hers, my arms still holding her close.

“Tu as l'air parfait, mon beau trésor.” My cock starts to harden as I explore the curve of her body with my hands. A gentle smile crosses her face, the blush color of her lipstick begging to be smeared.

“You know I still can’t speak French, right? You could be telling me I’m a prized cow, and it would sound fancy and erotic coming from your mouth.”

“In what world would I call you une vache prisée? You’re mon trésor. Now, what’s the job that’s taking you away from me all afternoon?”

“Marco called this morning.” My body tenses at the mention of his name.

Everything was fine before New Year’s Eve, and now he will do anything he can to avoid seeing me.

I know he doesn’t hate me. He still orders clothes and accessories directly from me, ensuring I receive my commission.

Nevertheless, I’m fairly certain what happened on New Year’s Eve turned him off.

I don’t parade myself as ‘Andrea the bisexual,’ but I wouldn’t deny it to anyone who asked either.

I’m not ashamed of who I am. Unfortunately, not everyone has that same thought process.

I can’t help but think that he didn’t know my sexual preferences and taking the chance to suck him off made him disgusted by me.

I could never tell El that. The two of them already annoy each other, regardless of the consistent sexual tension running between them.

If I told El that Marco may be freaked out by my bisexuality, she would deliver me his dick, wrapped in a bow as a gift.

El has been extremely accepting and understanding about my sexuality and preferences.

When I first told her, she sat there and listened, taking in every detail and word.

It’s a rarity to find a woman who’s okay with her boyfriend sleeping with other men while they’re dating.

Of course, we have rules. She has to be there.

We all have to take part, and most importantly, it needs to be with men we don’t know.

We broke that rule with Marco, and now I understand why we have that strict rule.

El didn’t ask any questions in the morning, assuming that Marco either went back downstairs to get more pussy or didn’t want to watch us snuggle all night. Maybe both.

“Will I see you tonight?” The moments I see El outside of work are the moments I treasure with mon trésor. While we plan dates, most of the time, we end up disappearing. That way, I can have her the way I love her. What can I say? She’s irresistible. When the mood strikes, I can’t wait to have her.

“What kind of silly question is that? Of course, you will. In the meantime.” She takes my hands in hers, dragging me to the nearest dressing room. I love my little exhibitionist.

“You’re so impatient, wanting me to take you now instead of waiting for tonight.” I pepper kisses along her jawline before kissing her lips, lingering until she pulls away. She tucks her lower lip in between her teeth, her eyes sparkling brighter than the sun’s reflection on water at sunrise.

“When have you ever denied me?” She spreads her legs, letting my fingers drag up her dress to her uncovered pussy.

“No panties? Ma vilaine fille. You’re perfectly drenched for me.

” She moans when I put two fingers inside her, curling to hit her perfect spot.

“Mon trésor, you need to be quiet. No one can hear you moan without my permission.” She stifles her beautiful sounds as I coax an orgasm out of her. I love it when she drenches my fingers.

I pull my fingers out of her, sucking them into my mouth as I clean my fingers. “Tu as si bon go?t. Do you feel how hard I am for you? Do you want me to make love to you?”

“Oui.” Her attempt at French is cute.

I bring one leg up to my hip, hypnotized by her tight pussy when I push into her. El clenches her teeth, attempting to stay quiet. Footsteps approach us as she clenches around me, knowing the idea of being caught excites her.

“El, are you in here? You need to head to the Leones. Mr. Cornado has sent a car and has everything loaded for your client.” El swallows, collecting herself before answering with a squeak.

“I’ll be out soon, Mr. Hansley. I’m finishing with something.” As soon as her sentence is over, she tightens around my shaft, dragging my own orgasm immediately after. I’m still coming inside her when our boss answers back.

“You have five minutes until Andrea’s next client is here. I’m tired of this dressing room bullshit.” Our boss leaves the room as I pull out of her, gathering my cum in my hands and shoving it back into her.

“Don’t let anyone see the evidence of my love for you.”

An amused grin surrounds El’s face before she kisses me. “Should we talk to Mr. Hansley?”

El and I both know he would love to fire us for loving each other here. He knows if he did, we would take most of the store’s clients with us.

I place my finger under her chin, tilting her face up to mine until our eyes meet. “Leave Mr. Hansley to me. You go impress them by simply being yourself.”

El turns after a final sensual kiss, exaggerating the swing of her hips as she walks away from me.

She pauses at my desk, swiping a pen off the top.

She teases me by slowly bending down, accentuating her ass before snapping up quickly to set it back on the desk.

I can’t remember what movie she got that from, and I don’t care; whoever wrote that deserves an award.

Excitement turns into dread the second she’s out of sight. Visions of her and Marco alone flash through my mind. I’m certain he doesn’t want me, but he still may want El. The two of them are a sexual bomb ready to explode. Even if they can’t see it themselves.

I keep thinking they could potentially want each other without me.

Could I handle it if El and Marco wanted that?