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Leo

“Yes we fucking are!” Hannah shouts as she grabs the offending item from my hand and throws it dramatically across the room.

I watch as it sails through the air before hitting the wall with a thud and dropping to the floor. “Was that really necessary?” I ask, trying not to laugh, but failing. I have never seen Hannah like this, and it is hilarious.

She slaps at my chest with both hands, a horrified look on her face. “YES!” she screams. “I mean how the fuck are we ever going to use that and not think about what happened today?”

The laugh falls from my mouth before I can stop it as I grab both of her wrists and pull her into my lap.

“Babe, first up, I promise when we’re using that, the only thing I’m thinking about is how fucking hot you look.

Nothing else.” I pause, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth as if to emphasize my point.

“And second, you know eventually you’re totally going to laugh about this one day, don’t you? ”

Hannah’s head drops to my shoulder as she lets out a loud sigh. “How the fuck can I laugh about this? My boss, our boss, literally knows we use a sex toy. Her daughter found it, Leo. Her daughter! Oh my god.”

Laughing, I kiss the side of her head. “Yeah okay, that part is a little embarrassing, but shit, babe. We have nothing to be sorry about here. Just because we have a kick ass sex life, we don’t have to apologize for that.”

“I know,” Hannah groans, her head still on my shoulder. “It’s just so embarrassing. I mean, it’s almost as embarrassing as us using the sex toy I know my fucking brother invented.”

“Whoa, okay, hold up,” I say, my hands cupping her jaw as I push her back so I can look at her. “What did you just say?”

Hannah exhales, blinking slowly as her gaze meets mine. “I’m sure I told you about it?” she starts. “It’s how Dylan lives in that kick ass place in Napa. The clueless shithead accidentally invented a sex toy in college and now he’s rolling in it.”

I slowly shake my head as Hannah tells me this. “Um no, I have never heard this story.”

Her fingers play with the bottom of my t-shirt as she sits in my lap straddling me.

“It’s actually a really good product, though I’d never tell him that.

And I mean, you seem to really like using it on me too, so…

” she trails off as though she’s thinking back to when we did use this mystery toy of hers.

My eyes widen, wondering how the fuck this has never come up before but at the same time, also wondering which toy it is and what time Hannah is thinking about right now.

I mean we don’t always use them, but fuck, there have been quite a few times that we have.

I love it though, love everything about our sex life, especially how creative and playful it is.

“Okay, I’m sorta scared to ask now.”

Hannah smirks, her fingers curling into the fabric of my t-shirt. “Remember the pussy licker one?” she asks, a cheeky smile on her face now, the embarrassment of before apparently forgotten.

My eyes widen. “Fuck,” I breathe out. “He invented that ?”

She laughs. “Yep, and if you can believe it, it was legit supposed to lick pussies, only of the kitten variety. He did it as some business project with his roommate who was studying to be a vet. When some corporate guys from the porn industry saw it, they thought it would be more successful if it licked a different type of pussy.”

“Oh my fucking god,” I groan, shaking my head a little even as a laugh falls from my mouth. “I cannot believe he came up with that and if there’s any toy we’re burning, then it’s that one!”

“What, no!” Hannah shouts, a look of genuine fear on her face at my suggestion. “We can’t burn it, it’s…it’s…”

“It’s invented by your brother,” I deadpan, although to be fair, I’m not actually that bothered by it.

Honestly, it’s kind of funny and like when we use the dildo she now hates, the only thing I’m thinking about when I use any of these toys with Hannah, is how hot she looks and how much I want to make her come.

“Yeah but, I mean, he doesn’t have to know we use it,” she says, hands slipping under my t-shirt now, her fingers tracing the ridges of muscle on my stomach.

A slow smile tugs at my mouth as I pull Hannah closer. “Oh, so we’re keeping it then?” I ask, my words a murmur against her lips.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

“That and the dildo,” I confirm, tipping my head in the direction of the offending item where it still lies on the floor.

“I don’t know,” Hannah wails, her cheeks flushing a little. “Today was awful, way worse than…” she trails off, waving a hand around as though to explain it.

Chuckling, I grip her ass, holding her to me as I stand from the couch. “Tell you what,” I suggest, as I walk us toward the dildo, leaning down so she can pick it up. “How about we go put this to use in the shower and I make you forget all about what happened today.”

“Leo,” she groans, and I can tell she’s not convinced.

Smiling, I press a kiss to her lips. “And then after our shower, I take you to bed and we can use that other toy you love so much, and I promise I will not think about your brother once while we do.”

She slaps at my chest with the dildo, making me laugh. “Please don’t ever mention my brother and sex in the same sentence ever again. Especially when it’s our sex life you’re talking about.”

“Deal,” I say, chuckling as I walk us into her bathroom, depositing her on the counter before I step back and start to strip off.

Hannah watches me, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes wide as she takes me in.

When I’m naked, I walk over and slowly pull off her clothes, pausing to drop wet kisses to her skin with every item I take off.

When she’s finally naked, still sitting on the counter, I grin, sliding my hands down her thighs to her knees and pushing them apart. Hannah’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open as I slide my hands down to her ankles, lifting them up and onto the counter so she’s now spread wide in front of me.

“Leo,” she moans.

“Yes, babe,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her. She whimpers into my mouth before I kiss a path along her jaw to her ear. A groan rumbles in my chest as I feel her hand wrap around my cock, stroking it once as she positions me against her. “Fuck, Hannah,” I murmur, sucking on her neck.

“Yes,” she groans. “Fuck me, right here. Right now.”

Despite my earlier suggestion, I can’t resist her demand, pushing inside her with one long, slow thrust. “Jesus, babe,” I moan when I’m buried inside her.

“Hard,” she demands, her hands on my ass, her fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck me, hard.”

I push her legs even wider, pulling back so I can see her face.

See all of the love and lust and desire that’s written all over it.

Kissing her again, I thrust once, harder this time as a low moan falls from her mouth.

“Touch yourself,” I whisper against her lips.

“I want to watch you touch yourself while I fuck you.”

“Yes,” she groans, as she moves a hand between her legs, her fingers sliding over where we are joined before moving to her clit.

I glance down as I pull out before thrusting inside her again, loving the view. “Fuck, Hannah,” I groan, unable to look away.

“Leo,” she begs, her fingers circling her clit, teasing herself. “Please.”

Grinning, I look up, planting a hard kiss on her mouth. “Hold on, babe,” I tell her, the only warning I give before I fuck her hard enough that she forgets all about what happened earlier.

The next morning, I’m standing at the kitchen counter making us some coffee when my phone rings. Glancing down, I smile when I see the name lighting up the screen. “Dad, hey, how’s things?”

I hear his deep chuckle on the other end as he replies, “Hey Leo, all good. How’s everything with you?”

I turn, leaning back against the counter as I let out a breath. “Really good,” I reply, smiling. “Amazing actually.”

Dad laughs again. “I take it things with Hannah are still going well then?” he asks.

I’d sort of mentioned Hannah to my dad not long after she first started working here.

I hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but it was hard not to given I was that hung up on her.

Plus, I’d also needed some advice and who better than to get that from my dad.

We’ve had several one-on-one conversations about it all, because I really want his take on how to handle things, with me being her boss.

I knew he’d get it because he and my mom had a similar working arrangement when they first got together and obviously they had made it work.

“Yep, they are,” I tell him. “Everyone knows, and honestly, I don’t think it could have gone any better than it did.”

“That’s great, Leo,” he says, genuinely meaning it. “So does this mean we can finally meet her?”

Chuckling, I shake my head, knowing he’s been gunning to meet her for ages. “Yeah, I guess it does. You guys want to come up to Napa or do you want us to come to you?”

“So yeah, that’s kinda why I’m calling. We’re actually heading up today, wondered if you might be free for a late lunch?”

I nod, just as Hannah wanders into the kitchen, dressed in undies and a tank, her hair a mess, mostly thanks to what we spent all night doing.

“Wow, you’re actually taking a day off?” I joke.

“Who are you and what have you done with my dad?” I ask, as Hannah pauses, raising a brow in question as she realizes who I’m talking to.

Chuckling, I lean over and grab her wrist, pulling her closer, so she’s leaning against me.

Laughing, Dad replies with, “Yeah, yeah smart ass, you know you sound just like your mother,” he teases.

“But I have finally found a replacement for the last chef I had working for me. You know, the one who just walked out one day with nothing but a fuck you. And I’m pretty sure they can handle the odd day here and there. ”

Grinning, I slide an arm around Hannah’s waist. “Sounds good, what time should we expect you?”