Page 56 of Tinsel in Telluride

It isn’t a part of a woman that I previously would have considered sexy, but on Leigh it might as well be an ankle in the eighteen hundreds because my dick is registering it as scandalous.

“You checking out my ass, Little Thief?”

“I—” Pink fills her cheeks, and her eyes drop to my ass then snap up, like she couldn’t help herself. “No.”

I chuckle. She’s flustered, and it’s freakin’ adorable.

As I straighten and face her, Leigh freezes—her body once again betraying her. Those curious blue eyes examine the bare skin of my chest, lingering on their way down until she reaches the bulge in my shorts.

“Did you need something?”I intend for it to sound nonchalant, but it comes out sounding husky and provocative.

It’s her fault for staring at my dick.

“Your nipples are pierced,” she blurts out, and I get the feeling she meant for it to be an inside thought.

My eyes track to the barbells and back up at her. “So they are. I didn’t know we were doing bodily inspections. Does this mean I get a turn too?”

Her mouth gapes like a cute little fish out of water before she gets a grasp on the moment. “In your dreams, Donati.”

God damn.

Usually, I hate my last name and everything it’s attached to, but when it rolls off Leigh’s tongue, somewhere between a flirt and a curse, I think it might have just unlocked a new kink.

“Every night, baby,” I purr.

That earns me one of her charming little eye rolls. “Bash sent me to ask if you were ready for your grand entrance.”

“Is Zach done with his bath?”

“He’s clean and ready for bed,” she confirms with a nod.

The little stinker was a handful after dinner, not wanting to get ready for bed. It wasn’t until I promised he could help me decorate the tree that he eagerly followed Leigh to the guesthouse.

I hated watching them go, and almost fought her for the right to be the one to handle his nighttime routine, but by the time we got home from the mountain, it was clear Leigh was still on edge and needed the time with him more than I needed to make new memories with him.

I do a once over, happy to see she’s got a bit more color in her face and no longer has a problem meeting my gaze.

Except for when she gets caught starting.

She scans the rest of the bedroom, and I’m keen to let her. I want her to know me. They linger on my nightstand where there’s a copy ofYou Will Rock as a Dad.

“It’s just a little light bedtime reading. Thought I should be prepared.”

Leigh pops her shoulders and grins. “I prefer smut, but whatever floats your boat.”

I clutch the imaginary pearls at my throat.

Leigh giggles.

Shegiggles.

It’s an intoxicating sound. One I wish I could bottle and keep—to get me through every moment that feels hopeless.

“Why am I not surprised you read your porn like a noblewoman?”

“Because you know I have impeccable taste.”

That she does.

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