Page 60 of Limitless

“You and I are the same. This want between us is the same.” Leonidas pulled their hands toward his mouth and dusted kisses across the top of Andy’s knuckles. “I like when you use me for your pleasure.”

“Tell me about the studio.” Andy stretched for Leonidas and pulled him onto the floor. Leonidas came willingly, tucking his body into Andy’s side and pressing their skin together. Leonidas shoved Andy’s shirt up and tapped his fingers against his chest.

“Don’t you know of it? Isn’t this your home?”

Andy scoffed. “I haven’t been here long, and besides, home isn’t a place.”

“No?”

Leonidas settled his head against the top of Andy’s chest and shoulder. His lips rested against the exposed column of Andy’s neck, and he closed his eyes, listening to the way it only took four exhalations before their breathing fell into sync.

“No,” he answered. “Tell me about the studio.”

“Someone named Greyson Davis, according to the internet.”

Andy knew about the stupid space. He knew it was owned by Greyson Davis, moody and tattooed husband to Cherry Creek’s mayor, Rene Davis. He’d opened the space years before after the previous owner had passed. He sometimes hosted those drink and paint nights, which he knew Brad and Theo had done at least once.

“He’s the mayor’s husband,” Andy said.

“I emailed him,” Leonidas continued, clearing his throat. “From Spain.”

There was no stopping the surprised smile that pulled at the edges of his mouth.

“From Spain?” he asked.

“You like that.” Leonidas pinched his nipple, and Andy grimaced.

“So, from Spain to Greece?”

“To you,” Leonidas confirmed.

“Are you going to stay at the hotel the whole time?” Andy asked, not knowing what he wanted the answer to be, as was often the case with Leonidas. He didn’t know what words he wanted to hear tumble out of the man’s mouth other than all of them.

“I wasn’t planning on it. Greyson told me there’s a studio apartment for rent at the other end of town.”

Andy had a feeling he knew where the studio was at, the second floor of Hopewell Manor above the salon that Jayden Williams owned. The old Victorian mansion had been turned into retail and residential, but it didn’t seem like anyone ever lived there for long as far as Andy could tell.

“There’s rental cabins out by the lake,” Andy said. “If you wanted some place a little more secluded.”

“Do we need seclusion?” Leonidas smiled against his neck and kissed his pulse. He’d seen the cabins when he’d looked online, and he’d already sent a message out to the parks and rec department to see about securing one.

“It might be more inspirational out there,” Andy rasped, his cock thickening between his legs. “With the trees and the lake and…” Leonidas’s hand wrapped around his cock.

“And?”

“The sky. Stars.”

“And us?” Leonidas asked, using the palm of his hand to press Andy’s cock against his stomach.

“I think we can be there too.”

20

Leonidas

Leonidas wentinto town after spending a few early morning hours in Andy’s arms. He didn’t have a car, and he didn’t want to wake Andy, so he’d walked. It was a bit of a trek, but the late summer morning was warm and he didn’t mind. His legs had gotten lean and strong while he was in Spain, and he was happy to maintain the lithe shape his figure had taken. Leonidas stopped by a small coffee shop on Main Street, taking the time to sit at one of the small benches near the curb while he waited for it to cool.

He had to admit, he saw the appeal of this tiny little town.