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Leo

I can’t believe I ever thought I could slow things down with this woman. And fuck me, I’ve tried to, but she’s damn persistent.

And sexy.

And fuck if she doesn’t seem to want me hella fucking bad right now. Consequences be damned.

“My shirt, huh?” she says, grinning as she stands beside an empty box of bedding.

I sit back, so I’m leaning against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest as I get ready to enjoy the view. “Yep,” I reply with a nod.

Hannah’s grin widens as her hands move to the bottom of her shirt, slowly inching it up and giving me the tiniest glimpse of bare skin. I feel like my mouth is watering as I watch the material get higher and higher, eventually revealing a seriously sexy black bra.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as she pulls it completely off, throwing the top onto the floor.

She raises a brow, a smirk on her face as she says, “And here I thought you wanted to put a pause on that side of things.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “Fuck that, I’m not sure I can anymore.”

“Good, because I need you to fuck me,” she says. “Now lose the shirt too,” she adds, waving a hand at me.

“What?” I ask, smiling up at her. “Why?”

Hannah gestures to the empty box, the bedding that now lies all over the floor. “I unpacked a box. They were your rules, Leo,” she says playfully.

I stand, shaking my head a little as I reach behind to pull the t-shirt over my head. “Interesting interpretation,” I tease, throwing my t-shirt on the floor. “Not sure the box is technically unpacked, but I’ll concede.”

Hannah bends over, giving me an amazing view of her cleavage as she grabs a set of sheets from the floor. “So, are we making this bed then?”

Shaking my head, I cross my arms over my chest again. “Nope, you are.”

She scoffs, opening the bottom sheet and throwing it over the mattress. “Well, if that’s the case, you’re losing an item of clothing for every piece of bedding I put on,” she says, glancing back at me.

“Same goes for you with these boxes,” I add, motioning to the ones still on the floor.

Hannah’s grin widens. “Race you,” she teases, moving quickly as she gets the fitted sheet put on the bed.

Laughing, I grab a box that’s labeled bathroom, ripping it open to find cosmetics and other toiletries. I have no idea where any of this shit goes as I carry it toward the small bathroom. I quickly empty it onto the counter, but before I’m finished, I hear Hannah’s voice call out from the bedroom.

“You can lose the jeans now, Leo,” she says, and I can tell she’s smiling.

Walking back into the bedroom, I lean against the door frame. Hannah is standing proudly beside her bed, dressed in nothing but her jeans and bra, the bottom sheet now fitted to the bed and a very smug look on her face.

“I’m not sure this is a fair fight anymore,” I say, as I slowly unbuckle my belt.

Hannah’s eyes widen, as she lets out a playful laugh. “You started it,” she says. “I was all for skipping over this whole waiting thing and you know it.”

Chuckling, I pull the belt from my jeans and drop it on the floor, cocking a brow as though to ask if that’s enough.

“No way, mister,” she says, shaking her head. “I said lose the jeans.”

“I see, so it’s like that, is it?” I ask, pushing my jeans down my hips until they fall to the floor.

When I straighten and look over at Hannah, her mouth is hanging slightly open and her eyes are locked firmly on my crotch.

I’m wearing pretty tight boxer briefs, so I’ve got no doubt she can see exactly what this little game is doing to me. “You okay over there?” I ask.

Hannah nods, her eyes never leaving my crotch as she lets out a long, low, “Fuck.”

Laughing, I turn and walk back to the bathroom, quickly unpacking the rest of the box before I call out, “Yep and you can lose your jeans now too.” I walk back into the bedroom to find Hannah scrambling to get the top sheet on the bed and I can’t help but laugh.

“Lose the jeans, babe,” I say, the word babe falling naturally from my lips as I wait in the doorway.

She smirks at me as she mirrors my earlier movements, slowly unbuttoning her jeans before shimmying out of them until they are pooled at her feet and she’s standing in matching black panties and bra.

I scrub a hand across my mouth as I give her a slow once over. Her body is fucking incredible, all long and lean and tanned and I am itching to run my hands and mouth all over it.

“Looks like I have an advantage,” she says, signaling to her remaining two items of clothing.

I quickly pick up a random box and empty it onto the floor, a pile of towels falling out. “Not anymore,” I say, grinning. “Lose the bra.”

Hannah laughs and I half expect her to call no fair on me, but she doesn’t.

Instead, moving her hands behind her back and unsnapping the bra before slowly peeling it off to reveal her spectacular tits.

I mean I thought they were impressive earlier, when I had my mouth on them, but seeing them now, in all their naked glory.

Holy. Shit.

“You know, the bed is basically made,” she says.

I lift my gaze to hers, see the sly smile on her face as she indicates toward the bed, the top sheet strewn across the mattress. “Pillowcases?” I suggest, stepping toward her and grabbing one of the pillows.

Hannah laughs, throwing me a case as she grabs the other pillow, yanks on the case before throwing it on the bed. “I win, lose the briefs.”

Laughing, I throw my covered pillow on the bed before turning back to her.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” Hannah nods and even though it was me to suggest we slow this whole thing down, right now, I have absolutely no intention of stopping.

“Okay,” I reply, pushing them down my legs so I am now completely naked.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Hannah breathes out. “Your dick is huge.”

I let out a loud laugh. “Keep talking like that, babe and it’s only gonna get bigger.”

Hannah blinks slowly. “No, I mean seriously, do condoms actually fit?”

Chuckling, I reach for my jeans. “Don’t worry, I’ve got that covered,” I say, as I pull a strip of condoms from the back pocket of my jeans. Stepping toward her, I throw them on the bed, watching as she glances down at them.

“Magnums, figures,” she says, almost to herself.

I slide a hand onto her hip, pulling her close, my dick hard between us. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?” I tease, slipping my hand to her ass.

Hannah grins, planting her hands on my chest before slowly sliding them down. A low groan falls from my mouth the second she reaches my dick, her hand curling around it and giving it a long, slow stroke. “Never.”

“Good,” I grin, as I grab the ties at each side of her panties and tug, undoing them so the fabric falls away and we are both standing completely naked in front of each other.

My hands move back to her hips, pulling her so our bodies are pressed together as I lower my mouth to hers, groaning into the kiss.

Hannah’s grip on my dick tightens as she deepens the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine, both of us desperate and needy, as though the past few weeks have been one long extended bit of foreplay that’s about to seriously explode now that we are both finally naked.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, pulling back before I sink to my knees in front of her. Hitching one of her legs over my shoulder, I press my mouth between her legs and lick her in one long slow move.

“Oh god,” she groans, her hands moving to my head, trying to grip hair that’s too short for her to grab on to.

Smiling against her, I repeat the move, before easing two fingers inside her, loving the way she tightens her leg, drawing me closer.

I lick her again, before closing my mouth over her clit and feeling her tense around me as I start to suck.

Opening my eyes, I look up at her, the view unbelievable. The taste of her on my tongue, amazing.

Fuck, I could eat this woman out for hours.

“Leo,” she groans as I continue to suck, slipping a third finger inside just as her legs start to tremble. I move them slowly in and out of her, never stopping my mouth or my fingers even as she clenches hard and explodes, her moan loud in the silence of her bedroom.

Easing her leg from my shoulder, I stand, brushing a hand across my mouth, smiling at the dazed look on her face. With my hands on her hips, I walk her back to the bed, easing her down onto it, as I grab the strip of condoms.

Hannah’s eyes snap open, her gaze focused on my dick as I rip open a condom and put it on. When I lift my gaze to hers, she’s smiling, sexy as hell, her eyes hooded as she crooks a finger, beckoning me closer.

I crawl over her, nudging her legs apart with my knee. “Open your legs for me.”

“Yes, boss,” she replies, a playful tone in her voice as she complies.

“Watch it,” I warn.

“What, you are my boss,” she says, all mock innocence.

Chuckling, I press a hard kiss to her mouth before moving mine to her ear. “I might be out there, but in here,” I pause, nipping at her ear lobe. “You fucking own me, Hannah Murphy.” Then I push inside her in one hard thrust.

“Oh fuck,” she moans, dragging out the word, pushing her hips off the bed to meet mine.

“Yes,” I groan, my eyes practically rolling back in my head at how good this feels. “Fuck, yes,” I murmur, repeating the movement of my hips.

Hannah’s arms curl around my shoulders, pulling me down so my body covers hers. With my hands on her knees, I push her legs even wider as I continue my movements, thrusting in and out of her, over and over again, slow and deep. It feels endless and amazing and I don’t ever want it to stop.

Her mouth finds mine, kissing me hard and deep, her tongue practically mimicking the actions of my dick.

She’s so fucking wet and warm and god, I already can’t get enough of her.

My whole body hums with an electric tension, my skin is on fire and covered in a thin layer of sweat as we move against each other.

I let go of one of her knees, moving my hand between us, finding her clit again and rubbing in time with my thrusts.

“Ohhh,” she moans, biting my bottom lip, her back arching off the bed as she pushes her hips against mine. “Oh, god yes.”

I’m so close, so fucking close, but I force myself to hold on, wanting to make this last, wanting her to come again. And just as I feel a jolt of electricity shoot down my spine and my balls tighten, Hannah lets out a long low moan and comes again, pulling me right over the edge with her.

“Shit,” I groan, collapsing onto her, my heart pounding in my chest as my head swims with lust and fuck knows what else. “That was fucking amazing.”

Hannah’s hands slide up my back. “God, was it ever,” she says with a laugh. “Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it again though. You know, just to make sure.”

Chuckling, I roll onto my back, taking her with me. “Guess it’s good I brought more than one of these then, isn’t it?” I say, my eyes flicking to the strip of condoms.

Hannah grins, raising her brows as though she likes my suggestion.

And so do I.

We burn through the whole strip.

The next morning, I wake to the sound of someone pounding on a door, followed by a loud, “HANNAH!”

“Fuck me,” Hannah mumbles beside me, her warm and very naked body curled around mine.

I open my eyes, and realize I’m still in her bed, the two of us having apparently passed out god knows when after an all-night sex marathon. “Do you need to get that?”

“No,” she grumbles. “Too early. He can fuck off.” There’s another loud knock that’s quickly followed by the sound of her phone ringing. “Ugh, jesus christ,” Hannah shouts, reaching across me, her hand slapping at the nightstand for her phone.

I find it and hold it out for her, not missing her brother’s name as it flashes across the screen. Hannah doesn’t answer and eventually the ringing stops, only to start up again.

“Maybe you should answer,” I say, trying not to laugh at Dylan’s persistence.

I never texted him back after the message he sent me last night, so I guess he figures I never saw it and has come to check up on his older sister himself.

I can already tell Hannah’s got zero tolerance for his bullshit, especially this early.

She sits up, grumbling the whole time as she hits the green button. “What?” she snaps.

I can’t hear what Dylan says, but apparently it’s something annoying as Hannah glances back at me, rolling her eyes. “No, little brother, I was sleeping. Not all of us get up at the ass crack of dawn, you know.”

I bite my lip to stop the laugh as Dylan says something that results in another eye roll.

“Yes, I had a late night,” she says. “No, I didn’t work, but…” she pauses, glancing back at me again, this time with a sly smile on her face. “I was trying out some new things with Leo.”

I spit out a laugh, immediately slapping a hand over my mouth, because I’m pretty sure neither of us needs Dylan to know exactly what those new things were. Or the fact that the second she gets off the phone, we’ll be doing more of them.

Hannah mumbles a few more things before eventually hanging up, throwing her phone onto the floor as she flops back beside me. “Fuck my life.”

Chuckling, I roll over so I’m lying on top of her. “Think I’d rather fuck you, actually,” I murmur, my mouth against hers.

Hannah smiles, her hands slipping to my ass as she presses my morning wood against her. “Didn’t we use all those magnums last night?”

“You don’t have any more? I remember seeing a box of condoms in with your toys?” I tease.

Hannah looks up at me, a smirk on her beautiful face. “No, not magnums, anyway.”

Grinning, I sit back on my heels, reaching for the box of regular size. “We’ll make it work.”