A pained expression flickers across her face.
“I knew,” she admits. “But that’s not why I took the job. I only agreed to work for you, to move in here, because… because I wanted to be with you, Leo. Because I thought… I thought maybe we had a chance. That Mia had a chance.”
Those words.
Fuck.
They hit me harder than the cliff face in Chamonix.
She wanted to be with me.
Something possessive and raw ignites in my chest, burning away the anger and frustration. I’m starting to get hard.
Like, incredibly hard.
Sabrina’s chest heaves, her dark eyes flashing defiance, but beneath it...
Fuck.
I see the tremor in her bottom lip. The microexpression as her gaze drops to my crotch for the shortest of moments.
She wants me as much as I fucking want her right now. Despite our harsh words. Despite our arguing. Despite our sheeranger. Our bodies... they fuckingyearnfor each other.
Control.
Control.
I need to be in control.
So I don’t lose her.
She wants me.
I close the distance between us in two strides. Her gasp at my intrusion inside her space is sharp, sweet.
“You think you get to judge me?” I growl. “You, who lied for almost twoyears?”
She tilts her chin up defiantly. “This isn’t about me.”
“Everything’s about you now.” My mouth crashes into hers, all teeth and possession. She fights the kiss for half a breath before moaning, her hands fisting my sweat-soaked shirt.
I bite her lower lip, tugging until she whimpers. “The bench. Now.”
“We shouldn’t...” Her voice wavers.
I smirk, dragging her to the squat rack. “You’ll say ‘we shouldn’t’ until you’re dripping. Let’s skip the foreplay.”
I yank my shorts down, my cock springing free, already fucking dripping pre-cum. Her gaze flickers to it, her throat bobbingeagerly.
Good.
“Sit on my face.” I lie back on the workout bench, then grip her hips.
“Leo—”
“Now.”
Her knees shake as she straddles my face, hovering inches above my mouth. I slap her ass, the crack echoing. She jerks, but I catch her waist, pulling her down.