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53. Personality

Josephine

"I'm sure they have a nice personality."

"You think?"

"No, I don't think so." I shake my head. "I'm sure."

Leo chuckles next to me, throws his arm over my shoulder, and kisses my head.

"You spoke to them for how long to figure that out?"

"Long enough." I answer and we both laugh.

We stare at our disfigured ceramic mug and plate for a beat longer before we decide to put them away and sit down.

I love Leo's attention to details. Last week I remarked that I've never tried pottery, so he surprised me with a one-on-one pottery lesson for Valentine's Day.

Before the lesson, we went to a fancy restaurant where he treated me to a five course meal. I enjoyed every second. I think I'm getting used to being spoiled.

Ah well, he could afford it, so whatever.

He sits down on the couch as I grab a few snacks for us to eat while we watch a movie.

In the first half of the movie, Leo's hand on my thigh didn't stop moving. He unconsciously caresses my leg, rubbing my skin up and down.

It's getting me all hot and bothered.

My teeth sink into my lower lip to prevent me from saying anything. He seems to be into this Jason Statham action film.

I wiggle in place to try and lessen this tingly feeling in my gut, but it's not going away.

"You alright, honey?"

"Hmm?"

"You're fidgeting."

"Am not." I defend.

His fingers squeeze my thigh and something simple as a leg grab is so sexy.

"Look at me."

I meet his eyes and I find them dark as the midnight blue shirt he's wearing.

He gently lifts my face up, leans his face forward, and bites my lower lip. I release a moan and my arms circle his neck so I can bring him closer to me.

A deep groan leaves his lips as he fully closes his mouth over mine.

He leans back a bit and whispers against my lips, "So that's why you've been fidgeting the entire time."

"Shut up and kiss me."

He does more than that. His hands firmly clutch my hips and he pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him.

His hardness digs into where I need him most.

"Fuck." He groans and moves my hips so I'm grinding on him.

"Leo." I whine.

"I know." His lips meet my neck and he kisses the sensitive spot he knows makes me lose my breath.

My head tilts back as my hips continue their grinding, feeling him get harder and harder each time.

"Take off your shirt." He tells me. I immediately do it and throw it on the floor.

"So who's going first?" I ask.

He leans back with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?"

"Should I give you head first or you me first?"

He seems to ponder about it before he finally says. "Me first because I plan on making you come as many times as possible."

I grin and stand up so I can take the rest of my clothes off.