Broken Course (14 page)

"I’m going to call and get someone out to fix the gate in the next few hours," Leo announces before sealing his mouth over mine, plundering my mouth with a skill that forces a moan.

"Don’t bother. I’ll take care of it. I’m heading home now. Till just got here to take over. Thanks, man."

Leo pulls away only long enough to rush him off the phone. "No prob. Bye."

"Goodnight, Sarah!" Slate shouts before hanging up.

I give him a questioning look. "Uh…"

"Only further proof that Erica has a really fucking big mouth. Okay, one last call—" he starts, but I silence him.

"Thank you," I say against his lips.

He gives me a gentle nod. "I need you to be comfortable with her. She’s like a—"

"A sister," I finish for him. "I’ve got it. I’m not usually a jealous person. It’s just—"

"You thought I was cheating on you. I’ve got it," he finishes for me, punctuating it by rolling his tongue into my mouth, but he pulls away all too soon.

"We aren’t even really together. You can’t be cheating on me. I was worried you were cheating on her
with me
."

"Oh, we aren’t together?" Leo asks with hint of annoyance in his voice.

I state the obvious. "We’ve known each other for, like, a week."

"So?" He reaches under the sheet draped around my waist, and with one very gentle stroke, he finds my clit. I was already turned on, but this has me desperate for more. "
Ángel
, you were mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Does this feel like ‘not together’ to you?" He begins rubbing those amazingly torturous small circles over my clit.

My head goes light as every nerve in my body begins firing—all aimed in one southern direction. "No," I whisper.

"It feels pretty
together,
doesn’t it? It feels like we are getting to know each other in every way possible. See, part of the reason tonight didn’t bother me is because I’m a jealous guy. And you know what, Sarah? I don’t like to think about other people
getting to know you
. Would you be okay with someone else
getting to know
me
?"

"No," I respond immediately. The very idea of anyone else being with Leo threatens to send ice through my veins, but his continued rhythm between my legs prevents it. "I don’t share well."

"Good. Then we’re together. No one else." He leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

Together.
Even if it is temporary.

Leo will be gone when he finds out all the things I’ve done. The old Sarah will once again ruin things for me. But that person isn’t here tonight. She isn’t the one straddling a gorgeous man. She isn’t the one he wants to be with, so for tonight, I’m ridding her from my mind, wishing I could get rid of her existence altogether.

Of their own accord, my hips start to grind into his hand. Leo pauses his movement and leans back in his chair. Curious about his sudden departure, I still and catch his gaze.

"I want to watch. Keep going." He slides his fingers through my wetness before moving back to my clit.

I push the sheet to the floor and begin rolling over his hand. Sparks surge through my body, and I throw my head back, my long hair cascading down to my lower back. I can feel it teasing right above where Leo’s hand is supporting me.

"Why are you so bold in some moments and timid in others?" he growls, suddenly pushing a rough finger inside me.

"Leo," I moan.

"Why?" he asks again, pulling out only to add another finger, stretching me almost painfully.
Almost.

"Because, in some moments, I’m lost in myself, and others, I’m lost in you," I answer as I begin riding his fingers.

He hooks them forward inside me, finding a spot I completely forgot even existed. An orgasm begins to build inside me, pushing me to an unexplainable high. I can’t decide if I want to fall off the edge or remain on this peak for eternity. However, Leo decides for me.

He quickly removes his fingers. "Don’t come."

"No!" I cry out from the loss.

"Shhhh. I have an idea,
ángel
. Let me control this and give you what you want. Let me remind you how it feels to be taken so hard and so wild that you lose all inhibitions in the process." Suddenly, he slides his hand up, grabbing the ends of my hair and pulling hard.

I suck in a surprised breath just as he drags his teeth across the base of my neck. My hips are forced forward from the movement, and for a brief second, I find friction against Leo’s straining hard-on. That’s all it takes.

"Oh God!" I call out as the orgasm tears through my body.

I barely register him saying, "Fuck," before thrusting up, allowing me to rock against his cock while riding out my release.

"That wasn’t the idea," he whispers as I drop my forehead to his shoulder.

"Well, that’s a shame, because it was a really good idea," I respond lazily.

"I want to be inside you. No, fuck that. I
need
to be inside you. I
need
to watch my cock disappear inside you, not my fingers. I
need
to feel you pulse around me when you come, and I need to feel this dripping down me, not wasted on my fucking pants." He reaches down, running a finger through my wet folds before bringing it to his mouth for a taste.

I don’t care if it makes me easy or if it complicates things. At this moment, he could ruin my whole fucking life and that wouldn’t stop me from begging to feel him moving inside me.

"What happened to
not tonight
?" I ask wantonly. I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life, and here I am, desperate for more.

"I changed my mind. Give me your control. Lose yourself in me."

"I’m not sure I’d have any other choice."

"Good answer," he purrs before demanding, "Get up, Sarah. We’re going to the bedroom."

I lean back and find that my easygoing man is gone. As if someone flipped a switch, his expression is hard. Instinctually, I climb off his lap. The moment I find his eyes, I know exactly what he’s doing. My Leo is still in there, but this is not only the man who is going to make sure I lose myself, but also the man who will ensure that I never want to be found again.

LEO’S LOOKING at me like he wants to ravage me, and it honestly makes me a little nervous. He’s a beautiful, strong predator. If he wants to devour me like his prey, I won’t stop him. But I won’t make it easy for him to catch me either. He stands from his chair and very purposefully pulls his pajama pants to the ground. His length bobs as it’s freed.

I lied earlier. I’m willing to lie down right here in the middle of his office and allow Leo to eat me alive. Forget about the chase.

"Go. I’ll be there in a minute," he says, reaching down and gently stroking his cock.

Holy fuck.
I’m not going anywhere and missing
this
show.

A very knowing smile tilts his lips. "Never mind. Come here,
ángel
."

My feet move of their own volition. However, my eyes stay glued to his hand that’s moving up and down over the dark, angry head of his straining dick. When I stop in front of him, he reaches his entire hand between my legs. Not just a finger like earlier. This time, he rubs his palm across my drenched sex, pulling away with a very strategic tap on my clit. I sway forward at the contact. He then resumes his long strokes over himself, using my release as his own personal lubricant. I groan loudly at the sight, licking my lips.

"I have to say, Sarah. I like the way you feel on my cock." He sighs and takes my hand. Placing it over his own, he begins moving at a slightly quicker pace. "That’s us.
Together
,
ángel
. You like the way we feel?" he coaxes me since my mouth has dried and I have clearly lost my voice in him as well.

I finally snap out of it and boldly say, "I wonder how we
taste
together." I might have given Leo permission to run the show, but that doesn’t mean I no longer get to participate.

"Jesus Christ. Suck my cock, Sarah," he orders.

Knees.

Hit.

The.

Floor.

I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before greedily taking him into the back of my throat. Maybe I was wrong; maybe I’m the predator in this situation.

My release lingers on his shaft, and I very carefully drag my tongue across it—savoring it with every stroke. It’s not my taste that sets me on fire. It’s the way it mixes with the saltiness of Leo’s arousal.

He threads a hand into my hair as I work his erection. I can’t remember the last time I did this, but if Leo’s breathing and cussing can be considered signs, I haven’t lost my touch. I’ve always loved to give head. There’s just something about the thrill it gives me when every stroke can turn even the biggest man into a puddle of ecstasy.

"Fuck,
ángel,
" he cusses, and the way he calls me
ángel
with a strong, sexy Spanish accent makes me even more impossibly wet. I could listen to Leo speaking Spanish all day.

I slide his cock from my mouth and drag my tongue down to the base. Very gently, I swipe my tongue across the heavy sack between his legs. Then I lift a hand and begin massaging his balls. His entire body tenses, exposing the ridges of his six-pack.

"Definitely not a virgin," he groans.

I try to once again suck him into my mouth, but he stops me.

Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tilts my head so that I’m looking in his eyes. "Go get on the bed. I’ll meet you in there in a minute." His voice is deep, gritty, and laced with sex.

I stand up very purposefully, my breasts brushing his chest and my nipples tightening at the contact. He runs his nose from the top of my head down to my cheek and stops near my ear.

"Don't be nervous. I promise I won't bite. I’m saving that for tomorrow night." He winks. When his lips lift into a sexy smirk, I can't help but grin at him. He reaches out and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me the rest of the way to him. "Go lie down on the bed, Sarah. Facedown, ass in the air." Then he kisses me quickly on the lips.

"I, um…" I mumble. I am completely confident in my own skin, but there is never anything truly comfortable about shoving your ass in the air while a man watches. I hesitate, but Leo lets out a growl.

"This is me taking control, Sarah. I’m telling you what I want and I promise you,
ángel
, I’ll make it exactly what you want too." His tongue darts into my mouth, extinguishing my nerves with every roll. "Go," he orders one last time.

Finally, my feet follow his directions. I take one glance over my shoulder on my way out, running my eyes over his strong, lean body, taking him all in. His eyes are hooded and burning with lust. His fingers twitch at his sides, and his hard cock jumps as I turn away.

Just as I get to the door, I hear him call out, "Oh, and put your panties back on. I’m looking forward to peeling those off again."

Suddenly, I’m looking forward to it too.