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Leo

It’s late by the time I finally finish up at work. The whole night has felt weird, not having Hannah in the kitchen with me. Even though we’ve only been sharing a kitchen again for a couple of weeks now, I’ve already grown used to seeing her in my space.

I like having her here and I’ve missed her tonight. Way more than I thought I would.

And I really hope she is waiting for me at home like I bossily told her to be in my text earlier.

Locking up the restaurant, I call out goodnight to the rest of the crew as I make my way through the darkness of the property to my place. There are a few lamps to light the way, although I don’t really need them anymore, having spent so much time here.

Unlocking my front door, the soft music that’s drifting down the stairs, along with the low lighting at the top immediately tells me that Hannah is upstairs waiting for me like I’d hoped.

And I’m now grinning like an idiotic fool as I sprint up the stairs and through the living space to my bedroom.

As soon as I reach the dividing wall and doorway that separates my bedroom from the rest of the loft though, my smile disappears only to be replaced with what I’m going to assume is a look found on the face of every horny fifteen-year-old kid upon discovering his dad’s Playboy collection.

“Hey,” Hannah says, smiling up at me from where she lies on my bed.

In nothing but underwear. Seriously fucking sexy underwear.

Red.

Lacy.

Tiny.

Completely fucking see-through.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

Hannah laughs, low and sexy. “You like?”

“Jesus,” I mutter, scrubbing a hand over my mouth as I step into the room. “Like?” I ask, shaking my head a little. “No, babe, I fucking love it.”

Her smile widens and it’s on the tip of my tongue, the words I really want to say to her.

I love you.

God, I want to confess how I really feel about her so fucking badly. But I’ve never said these words to anyone before and as much as I know they are true now; I also know our situation is complicated.

“But do you love it enough to come over here and peel it off me?” she asks, a teasing tone to her question as she lifts her arms above her head, stretching in a way that makes my mouth water and my dick hard.

I pull my phone from my back pocket, opening the camera app and holding it up so I can take a picture of her. “Babe, I’m in serious danger of ripping it off you, I wanna be inside you so bad.”

Hannah lets out another laugh, the sound going straight to my dick, which is already straining against the zipper of my pants. “Well, now you’ve captured the memory, why don’t you do exactly that?”

“Fuck,” I groan, throwing my phone onto the floor as I kick off my shoes. “Babe, shit… God, I want to, but fuck I really need a shower,” I say, knowing I have spent all night in a hot kitchen and must stink.

Still smiling, Hannah swings her gorgeous long legs off the side of the bed, before she walks toward me. My eyes are locked on her, mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful woman dressed in nothing but scraps of red lace that are all for me.

She stops in front of me, her hands moving to the bottom of my t-shirt and peeling it off me. As she moves to start undoing my jeans, she brushes her lips across mine in the softest of kisses. “I don’t care,” she whispers against my mouth. “’Cause we’re both about to get really filthy.”

“Hannah,” I groan, my hands moving to her hips as I turn us both and back her up against the wall.

“God, I want you,” I murmur, burying my face against her neck as I lick and suck at her skin, not giving a single shit if I’m leaving a mark.

I want to mark her. Mark her in a way that lets everyone know she is mine.

Hannah sighs, her head falling back even as she shoves my pants roughly down my hips. I manage to kick them off, only pulling back to ditch the rest of my clothes before my hands and mouth are once again on her body.

“I seriously fucking love this,” I whisper against her neck, kissing a path up to her mouth as I run my hands over the red lace.

She smiles, gently nipping at my bottom lip before she pulls it between her teeth.

I hear the possessive growl that rumbles deep in my chest as my hands slide up her sides and around her back to undo the bra.

As much as I need to be inside her, I don’t want to rip this underwear because I’m definitely going to want to see her in it again.

“Leo,” she moans as I drop my head, my mouth finding her now exposed breasts, my tongue licking at her nipple before sucking hard. I alternate between her breasts, licking and sucking as my fingers now slide into the sides of her panties, pushing them down her legs.

She kicks them off and as soon as she’s naked, I slip my hands to her ass and lift her up, her back against the wall, her legs spread and her pussy now exposed to me. I pause, waiting until her eyes lock with mine before asking, “Filthy, huh?”

She smirks, glancing down, she wraps a hand around me.

“Oh yeah,” she murmurs before she guides me into position and I push inside her in one long thrust, both of us watching.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms now around my neck as her head falls back against the wall with a thud.

I crush my mouth against hers, kissing her hard as I thrust again. “You are gorgeous,” I murmur, my mouth against hers. “And you are all mine.”

She smiles before deepening the kiss as I fuck her hard against the wall of my bedroom, before taking her into the shower and doing it all over again.

Trying to keep my relationship with Hannah a secret is becoming increasingly hard. Trying not to admit to her how I really feel about her, even harder.

Ever since I came home to find her waiting for me in that sexy underwear, I feel like everything that’s happening between us has only intensified.

I mean it was already pretty fucking epic, but now, it’s practically explosive.

If she’s in the room, I can’t stop looking at her.

If she’s close, all I want to do is touch her.

And with every day that passes, it’s getting harder and harder to resist, to try and hide exactly how I’m feeling.

At this point, I can’t believe that everyone doesn’t already know what’s going on between us. I feel like I’m walking around with a huge flashing neon sign above my head that screams ‘Leo Marsh is fucking Hannah Murphy. Oh and P.S. he loves her!’

I’m absolutely certain we’re going to get busted soon and end up being the talk of Somerville’s. Just like Dylan and Tessa were, and Tom and Penny before them. Jack and Lauren too, if the rumors are true.

Exhaling, I wander around the kitchen, checking in with each station to make sure everything is going well. It’s coming to the end of the lunch rush and given there doesn’t appear to be any drama, I decide to head out to the catering kitchen where Hannah has been working today.

We’ve got a cocktail party booked at P, T and Bee for late this afternoon and I’ve put her in charge of organizing the platters the party has requested for the event. It’s not a huge event and I know she’s more than capable of taking care of it, but I kind of want to see her too.

Maybe I’ll suggest that the time has come for us to come out to our friends and co-workers.

When I get to the shed, I smile at the music I can hear playing, stepping inside, I find the kitchen clean, no sign of the platters and Hannah busy dipping apples on sticks into a pot on the stove.

“Hey, babe,” I say, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as I pull her close and press a kiss to her temple.

She looks up at me, a smile on her face as she leans in to kiss my lips. “Hey, platters are all done. Pen picked them up about ten minutes ago.”

“You’re done already?” I ask.

“Uh huh,” she says, turning back to the pot on the stove.

“Wow,” I murmur, amazed at her efficiency even though I shouldn’t be because I’ve seen it in action countless times. “You’re amazing.”

She laughs, nudging me with her hip. “I know.”

Chuckling, I lean in and kiss her neck, loving the sexy sigh that falls from her lips. “So, if you’ve finished already. What’s all this?”

Hannah pulls another apple from the pot of what I now realize is toffee, swirling to catch the drips before standing it in the rack she’s made.

“Well, it’s just an idea and you totally don’t have to go with it, but I realized with the casual lunch orders we’ve got at Somerville’s and how popular they’ve been, that maybe we could keep it going and create some picnic baskets that people can order.

We can use produce from here and people can take them out to the vineyard with a bottle of wine and find a spot to enjoy lunch on the grounds. ”

She turns to me, waiting for my reaction to her suggestion. I don’t answer at first, my brain and heart both going a mile a minute as I take in her words.

“You hate it, don’t you?” she says, when I still can’t find the words, mistaking my silence for something more. “That’s cool, seriously, I was just—”

“I love you,” I blurt out, unable to hold the words in any longer.

“What?”

I turn her so she’s facing me, cupping her face in my hands. “I love you,” I repeat. “I am so fucking crazy in love with you, Hannah Murphy and I think this a fantastic idea.”

She lets out a laugh that I immediately silence with a kiss. “Wait, no…” she says, her hands on my chest as she eases me back.

“What?”

She laughs again, shaking her head a little as she says, “I’m crazy in love with you too.”

Now it’s me laughing, pulling her close as I wrap my arms around her and kiss the absolute hell out of her. I can’t believe how good it feels to finally say those words out loud. To tell her how I really feel about her. To hear her say them back to me.

“Do you really think the baskets are a good idea,” she eventually asks. “Or are you just saying that because I like giving you orgasms?” she asks, mimicking the question I asked her in my office after the sauce incident the other week.

“Multiple orgasms,” I say with a laugh. “And you also have a great pair of tits.”

Hannah slaps playfully at my chest. “Well yeah, but I don’t want you to think—”

“Han, babe, it’s a great idea. I love it.

We should definitely do it.” Her smile is spectacular and god, I just want to make her smile like that for the rest of my life.

“But,” I add, dragging out the word, “if you’re done being all amazing in the kitchen, what do you say we head upstairs and have a little fun before the dinner rush starts? ”

“A little fun, huh?” she says, her hands slipping to my ass. “And what exactly might that involve?”

Chuckling, I lean in, my mouth at her ear. “Oh, I don’t know, you sitting on my face, multiple orgasms, that kinda thing.”

She exhales, all breathy and sexy as hell. “And your big dick?”

“And my big dick,” I confirm with a laugh. “Is that a yes then?”

She slides one of her hands around to my dick, rubbing over the obvious bulge in my pants. “It’s a hell yes,” she whispers, her mouth brushing across mine.

“Let’s go,” I say, grabbing her hand and walking her out of the kitchen and around the back to the door to my apartment. She laughs as I practically run us up the stairs and it’s not until we’re in my bedroom, do I stop, pulling her close as I press a hard kiss to her lips.

“I think we’re gonna need to come clean about all this,” I murmur.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” I confirm, my fingers already unbuttoning her chef jacket. “I can’t keep my fucking hands off you, Hannah. And I don’t want to anymore either.”

She lets out a soft laugh. “I know what you mean,” she says. “Maybe we can tell everyone at the baby shower tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” I murmur, pulling her coat off and dropping it on the floor. “And everyone in the kitchen?” I ask, as my fingers move to the button and zipper of her pants.

“Can we do that after?” she asks, and I don’t miss the nervousness in her voice.

Pausing my undressing of her, I pull back, my gaze meeting hers. “It’s gonna be okay, Han,” I say. “I’m not gonna let anyone say anything about this or us or anything, okay. I promise.”

Hannah nods, her bottom lip between her teeth. “I know,” she says quietly. “But I just…let’s tell our bosses and my brother first. Then we tackle the kitchen.”

“Okay,” I say with a nod. “I’ve got your back, babe. And I’m not going to let anyone or anything ruin this. I love you.”

She finally smiles, her eyes shining with so much happiness it makes my heart flip. “I love you too,” she says. “Now let’s have really hot and filthy I love you sex.”

Laughing, I rip off my own chef jacket, throwing it over my shoulder. “Fuck, yes!”