Keeping us secret (Waterloo Road)

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Leigh knew how she was finally heading back to work full time. She knew that she was worried about leaving Polly all day. But she couldn't wait to get back.

She knew that she had been in for a couple of hours here and there. But now that she was actually returning full time, she didn't know how she felt about it.

Tom had assured her that Polly would be fine. That she would love it in the crèche. But Leigh just wanted her little girl to be with her.

She was sitting in the kitchen making herself a coffee when Tom walked in. He looked to Leigh and smiled. "You are rude you know."

"What? Why?"

"You left me in bed."

Leigh looked to him and grinned. "I couldn't sleep. Too much going on in my head," she said as she took a sip of her coffee.

Tom walked up behind her. He turned her to him, lifting her up by the back of her thighs when her arms wrapped around his neck and set her on the counter.

His lips found hers as she settled back on her elbows, traveling to her neck as his fingers bunched the scrap of material she'd donned as a shirt above her breast.

She felt his tongue tease her puckered peaks, lightly trailing over them enticing small hitches in her breathing.

His hand ventured lower, slowly circling her clit with each pass he made along her slit. His mouth engulfed her nipple, softly sucking as two fingers slid into her.

Leigh's hand instinctively nestled in his hair, watching both his mouth and fingers at work.

The visual along with his ministrations had her breathing labored and her hips grinding against his hand long before his thumb pressed against her clit.

His eyes shifting to meet hers sent her over the edge, her moan stifled by his lips covering hers again.

Her hand tugged at his hair when his fingers curled inside her, coaxing everything he could from her climax before gently easing her back down.

Leigh's chest was still heaving when he pulled her to her feet, spinning her so she faced away from him.

"Bend over the counter."

Her lip twitched at the fact that he hadn't asked, merely maneuvered her where he'd wanted her.

She knew the outfit consisting of his shirt and nothing else would lead to sex, his domineering side was a pleasant little bonus.

His thighs tickled the back of hers as she rested her elbows on the granite surface.

A hand quickly pushed her so her chest was flat against the counter, the other moving to lift his shirt she was wearing high enough to grant him access.

Leigh moaned as he filled her, lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"Fuck, Tom..." She grunted, her palms flat on the counter.

Tom pressed his lips to the area of her neck where it met her shoulder as his hands gripping over her shoulder, pulling her back to him with each thrust.