Leonard’s fingers curl around my hair, bringing my face closer to him to explore my mouth more. Our tongues tangle with each other, and I hate the fact that this is the best kiss I’ve ever had. I hate the way my skin is on fire for him, the way my clit is begging me to move closer to the edge and rub against his groin. I want him so much, my limbs are vibrating to somehow get him closer.
“God,” he moans as he breaks the kiss, only to suck in a breath and then claim my lips again.
I smile against his mouth, feeling goosebumps cover my skin. This feels right, like we’ve been supposed to do this for years. Like I will never be able to get enough of his minty taste and the way he completes me so effortlessly. Like we’ve been kidding each other by pretending we haven’t wanted to do this for so long, it’s all we’ve been thinking about when we’re together. Like we were made for each other. The thought only makes me kiss him deeper, more demandingly. I’m greedy, sliding my tongue into his mouth and tasting him for as long as he lets me.
His fingers slip under my shirt, staying on my stomach even though we both want him to move them higher. I would complain, but his mouth is confusing me, tearing down rational thought until all that’s left is the need to keep him in place, between my legs and kissing me into oblivion.
I break the kiss a few moments later to catch my breath, but he lets out a complaining grunt.
“One more,” he begs, and I let out a breathless laugh. “You taste too good,” he admits, his forehead against mine and his hands slipping higher until they rest on my ribs.
“What do I taste like?” I whisper because the kiss still has me dizzy.
“Like the sweetest poison.”
Leonard kisses me again, and I surrender to it completely. Surrender to him. We both want more, not caring a single bit about the repercussions. All that matters is this moment, here and now, and I wish it would last forever. I wish there was no aftermath we have to clean up when we realize the heat of the moment clouded our judgment.
Most of all, I wish there wasn’t a fucking knock on the front door.
“Who is it?” Leonard calls before going back to kissing me. I giggle uncontrollably, surprising him so much, he leans away with warmth on his face.
“I didn’t giggle,” I say firmly, but he’s grinning at me, placing his mouth on mine over and over.
“It’s Dad. Open the door,” Andrew says, but Leonard doesn’t stop kissing me, so I push him a little backward and break it.
“Go open the door,” I say, but he groans and lets his head fall backward, his hands dropping to my waist and squeezing.
“If you don’t mind, maybe you could open the door so I can put on a shirt and take care of—” He cuts off and lets out a soft laugh as his eyes drop to his cock, all hard and ready to bring me pleasure. No, I can’t think about that right now. I need to open the door.
“Okay,” I mumble, and Leonard presses a swift kiss to my forehead before disappearing into his bedroom and leaving me to my spiraling thoughts.
I can’t linger on them for too long since Andrew is waiting behind the front door for someone to let him in. When I push off the marble island, my knees cave in a little from the after-effects of the kiss. Somehow I manage to make it to the door, taking a deep breath before ripping it open. Andrew is smiling brightly at me, closing the distance between us to give me a big hug. I return it for a moment before stepping back again, his hands remaining on my shoulders.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better. May I come in? I’d love to have a cup of coffee,” Andrew says, and I gesture for him to move inside.
“I will make you one,” I say and walk into the kitchen at the same moment Leonard joins us in the entrance area. He greets his father with a small handshake and a firm nod, but I can tell he’s irritated about his presence here.
“What can I help you with, Dad?” he asks while I disappear into the kitchen.
“Your mother was asking me to—” is the last thing I hear.
I remove the now cold cup of coffee Leonard made himself earlier and make three fresh ones. Leonard and Andrew are in the living room by the time I’m done, and I hand them both their cups. The Formula One driver’s fingers linger on mine, a small smile on his lips as he thanks me. It makes my heart race, but I don’t let myself stay in front of him. I simply retrieve my own cup before joining them in the living room and sipping on my warm coffee. I can feel Leonard’s eyes on me, but I do my best not to look at him too. Andrew can’t see that anything has changed between his son and me. He will tell Rena, Jack, Stu, and Graham, which is the last thing I want. They’re all suspecting something already anyway. I don’t need to give them more reasons to.
“I think Rena’s had enough of me. She begged me to come and spend the day with you,” Andrew says with a small laugh, and I tilt my head a bit to the side.
“How’s she feeling?” The last time I spoke to her was at the beginning of the week. I should really call her.
“Much better. Her leg is healing well,” Andrew replies, and I offer him a small smile before taking another sip of my coffee.
“I like spending time with you, Dad, but you know I had some plans today. We discussed them on Monday, remember?” Leonard says with a strange look he’s directing at his father. Andrew furrows his brows before realization dawns on him.
“Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry. Let me just finish my coffee and then I will go to Jack and Stu. I haven’t seen them in a couple of weeks,” he replies, and I look between both of the men in front of me, confused.
Instead of being nosy and asking what the hell that was about, I keep my mouth shut. It’s none of my business. Andrew leaves ten minutes later, causing a nervous feeling to spread through my chest. Leonard and I are alone again. We kissed earlier, and I have no idea how to act around him now. It was the best kiss of my life. I want more, undoubtedly, but there are a million questions I’m not sure how to answer. Leonard has feelings for me. I have feelings for him. But we’re still living together, I work for him, and if we fuck things up, which we definitely will, it will create chaos in every part of our lives. Fuck.
How the hell did we go from hating each other to sticking our tongues down each other’s throats?
How the hell did Leonard become my favorite person in the whole world?
