Page 54 of Pretty Secrets

I gawk at him, flabbergasted that he has that much insight. He clearly sees way more than I thought he did.

“I think you pissed off the prince, though. You better watch it. He won’t stick around when he keeps coming in second place all the time. If you like him, you better let him know.”

My lips thin, anger spreading through me. “My relationship with Oliver isourbusiness.”

Leo shrugs. “Just a little friendly advice.”

I lie back as he moves into the attached bathroom, noting the way he’s taken over the room little by little, like he’s feeding it testosterone by the hour.

After a few minutes, he comes back out in nothing but a pair of gym shorts hung low on his hips. His chest looks as if it’s carved from stone.

He walks right past the bed, digs through the closet, and then retreats to the couch in the corner of the room with a blanket in his hand. “What…are you doing?” I ask.

Lying back, he spreads the blanket out. It doesn’t nearly cover all of him. “What? Did you think I was going to make you swallow my cock? Maybe pin you to the bed while I fuck tonight’s events out of you?”

Well, maybe. Kind of, actually. But why the fuck does my body heat at those thoughts? If Dee were here, I’d probably call her up and ask if something was wrong with me. Is this why she stayed attracted to Keegan, despite how much of an ass he was to her?

I shake that thought off because, ew.

When I don’t reply, Leo narrows his gaze at me until I force out an answer. “Sort of…”

“If that’s why you’re here, pick someone else’s bed. Oliver would be down, and I’m pretty sure Barclay would hit that. I mean, he’d feel awful about it afterward, but he still would.”

“He’d feel awful about it?”

Leo rolls his eyes, shifting his position on the couch. He looks more than a little uncomfortable. Guys with bodies like Leonardo Jarvis weren’t made for furniture like that. “You’re his student, he’s the teacher. It wouldn’t stop him, but he’d probably think of some holier-than-thou reason why it shouldn’t happen again.”

“You think you know everyone,” I grumble.

“I do know everyone. I’ve seen the worst of people in this world—the very worst. And for the record, I think you’d come all over my cock in two thrusts, which is why I’m not going to waste my time.”

I blink at him. Is he fucking serious?

“How long do you last with Oliver?” He scrunches up his forehead like he’s going to speculate an answer.

“I don’t fuck Oliver,” I snarl. “I guess you don’t know everything.”

“Bullshit,” he chuckles. “If you’re not now, you have.”

He’s right, but I don’t owe him an explanation. Oliver was my first. We arranged it that way on purpose, and honestly, I’d recommend it to any girl. Who better to go through that first-time experience with than someone who loves you unconditionally? Your best friend is the perfect choice. I should put it on a billboard, a PSA.

We’re both silent for a few moments until a light shines from the corner. I turn to find Leo holding his phone with one hand and his cock in the other, the small piece of jewelry he’s sporting glinting in the light.

A woman’s sultry cry curls my toes, and Leo starts running his fist down his shaft in slow motion.

I ignore the way my pussy clenches, wondering if I should just watch and keep my mouth shut, or say something. Of course, he’s doing this for show. There’s no way he thinks I’m sleeping already.

When he continues to wonder, I can’t stop myself from word vomiting. “Wonderful. You’re watching porn.”

“Jealous?” he asks, voice strained.

“No.”

“Why? This girl is hot. Her pussy’s so slick with want.”

“Watching people have sex doesn’t do it for me,” I say, even though the unrestrained cry from his phone’s speaker grabs my attention and holds it. I wonder what’s happening to her to make her sound like that?

My nipples peak underneath my shirt. Slowly, I pull the covers up around my waist as my core heats with every moan emanating from his phone. Maybe I do get off on it. Or maybe it’s just seeing his body tensing as he slowly strokes.

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