Page 118 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

He leans down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that’s instantly deep, and demanding. The awkwardness vanishes, replaced by pure, undeniable chemistry.

I kiss him back, my arms winding around his neck, pressing my naked body against his. Skin on wet skin. Muscle against softer curves.

His hardness presses insistently against my belly.

God I want him so badly.

His hands slide down my back, cupping my ass, lifting me slightly. I gasp against his mouth as he positions himself, his cock nudging between my legs, finding my slick entrance.

“Want you,” he groans, breaking the kiss to trail wet kisses down my neck. “Need you inside me. Now.”

But his hands leave me abruptly, and the absence of his heat makes me shiver.

Leo steps back, and braces one palm against the shower frame, his biceps flexing as he leans out into the misty bathroom, his injured leg stiff but steady. Water sluices down the tense lines of his back, catching on the raised scars along his ribs. I watch, my breath ragged, as he reaches a corded arm to the sink drawer just outside. He yanks it open and produces acondom packet.

He tears it with his teeth, never breaking eye contact. He tosses the packet outside and shuts the shower door behind him.

His fingers skim down his cock and he sheathes himself in a single ruthless stroke. The latex clings like a second skin under the shower’s steam, and he steps back toward me, his free hand already reclaiming my ass.

His thumb digs into the softness there, possessively, as he lines himself up again.

“Did you miss me in the long time we were parted?” he teases.

“Yes,” I moan.

The groan that leaves him as he pushes inside me is feral. I feel every gorgeous ridge, every hot inch, until he’s buried to the hilt.

He feels… incredible. Thick, hot, perfect.

His forehead drops to my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. “Fuck. Should’ve grabbedtwocondoms. I’m going to need them.”

He braces one hand against the marble wall, the other finding my hip, and sets a slow, deliberate rhythm. His eyes hold mine, intense, searching, as he moves inside me. Water cascades over us, plastering my hair to my face, streaming down his back.

His thumb finds my clit, rubbing slow, exquisite circles even as he thrusts deeper.

“Yes yes yes,” I gasp, arching into his touch, into his cock. “Leo…oh god…”

One hand slides up my spine, calloused fingers skimming the nape of my neck. He massages the tense muscles there, his grip firm yet tender, and I melt into the duality... the dominance laced with care. The pressure sharpens suddenly as his palm settles against my throat. Not squeezing. Just…holding.

“Can I choke you?” he rasps against my ear.

Confusion flickers... choke me?

What is he…?

But my trust overrides my doubts.

I nod, my pulse hammering beneath his fingertips.

His thumb shifts, pressing gently into the side of my throat, his forefinger grazing the parallel ridge on the other side. My breath hitches as the world tilts, a dizzying rush flooding my veins. Not pain. Not fear. Justsensation... hot, liquid, his touch narrowing the universe to the points where our bodies fuse.

“How’s that?” he growls, his thrusts slowing to a molten grind.

“Nice,” I whimper, tipping my head back further, offering him more. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

He hums approval, the vibration skittering down my spine. “Good girl. Keep breathing.”

His fingers tighten infinitesimally, and a fractured moan tears from me. Blood roars in my ears, my hips rolling desperately against him.

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