Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirteen
Bobby re-read Leandro’s messages on her phone as a way of calming her racing heartbeat while she took the stairs.
Leandro: What do you mean we can’t see each other tonight? You practically had a date with Kellion, and now you’re telling me I can’t fucking see you?
Bobby: I didn’t have a date with Kellion. I asked him to accompany me so I could drool over your amazingness.
Leandro: I can feel your sarcasm even from here, mégaira.
Bobby: We are soooo connected it’s uncanny.
Leandro: I’m coming over.
Bobby: No! Trust me – I have stuff to do tonight, okay? But we’ll see each other tomorrow. I promise.
Leandro: You better have a good explanation for this tomorrow.
Bobby: Good night. See you tomorrow.
Leandro: A really good explanation or I’m going to kill you for torturing me needlessly.
Her lips quirked at the threat and Leandro’s last message for the night. Was the fact that she was going to sneak into his room naked good enough?
A pair of bodyguards was, as Derek Christopoulos had warned her, indeed stationed outside Leandro’s room, but they let her in without a word, having already been instructed to do so by Derek.
“Thanks,” she mumbled awkwardly without looking at either of them. She was too embarrassed, knowing that they wouldn’t have a hard time guessing what she was here for.
The door closed soundlessly behind her.
The room was dark. It was a lot larger than her dorm room, but then she was merely one of the many rich students of the university while Leandro was a Christopoulos himself. She silently crossed his living room to get to his bedroom, the door thankfully unlocked as well.
It was also completely dark inside, but the sliver of moonlight that streamed into the room from the window allowed Bobby to see Leandro lying on his stomach. He was bare-chested...and as naked as her, with the blankets exposing the upper slope of his tight buttocks.
She gulped. A part of her urged her to go back and forget about it, but Bobby knew if she did that, she would never find the courage to do it again. Bobby untied her trench coat as quietly as she could and let it slip to the carpeted floor.
She tiptoed to the bed and gingerly placed one knee on it, the mattress dipping under her added weight.
Leandro woke up instantly, knowing that someone was getting into bed with him. He swiftly rolled to his back and froze.
Bobby had one knee on the bed, bent over him, her breasts dangling over his head. Acute embarrassment was painted on her face.
He said hoarsely, “Bobby?”
She said weakly, “Surprise.”
He couldn’t believe it. “Is it really you?”
To hide her growing embarrassment, Bobby retorted gruffly, “Who else would be getting into bed with you?”
In answer, he lifted himself slightly, leaning his weight on his elbows. And without any warning, he took one nipple into his mouth, his lips closing over it like a temptingly sweet fruit that he could no longer resist devouring.
A moan of surprised pleasure came out of Bobby.
The taste was sweet and familiar. He released her nipple to groan, “It is you.”
When he sucked harder, her body melted, and she fell onto him with a gasp. He groaned again with even greater pleasure, his hands automatically clasping her waist as he lifted her slightly in the air so he could kick the covers away.
When he settled her down, she was a perfect fit, her small curvy body soft against his hardness, his cock finding a warm and slickly wet home between her legs.
Bobby whimpered, unable to believe the thrill of forbidden pleasure that struck her when she experienced for the very first time the feeling of having a man’s cock between her legs. Things had never gotten far between her and Blaine, something that used to make her feel frigid and ugly. But now she knew it had been God protecting her, knowing she was destined to belong to someone better, someone who truly loved her for everything that she was.
She sighed when he finally released her nipple. She hadn’t been able to breathe properly the whole time. His lips trailed hungrily up her neck and she arched, eager to give him more access.
Bobby’s responsiveness blew him away, and the fact that she had willingly come to his bed was more than enough to have him painfully aroused. He demanded hoarsely, “What are you doing here?”
She smiled down at him, a goofy kind of smile that most people would have been surprised to see on someone as tough as Bobby. “Seducing you?”
The answer was too fucking sexy and Leandro had to kiss her, his tongue making no preliminary moves. It simply swept in, reclaiming possession. Her hands settled on his shoulders, fingers squeezing hard as he kissed her more deeply. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her pointed nipples brushing against his own.