Chapter 16

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, holding her gaze as he gestured to the movie just beginning to play on the massive flatscreen.

He looked like a wet dream standing there with his white button-up partially undone, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his muscular chest and the dark tattoos covering it. His black hair was wet and slicked back, leaving his treacherously beautiful face bare.

They’d had more than a few movie nights, but it had always been her, Leon, and Fear. Never just the two of them.

The thought of sitting inches away from him for two hours, smelling that drugging mix of sunshine, smoke, and bourbon he gave off directly on the heels of being denied an orgasm sounded like a fresh kind of hell.

It was late. She should go to bed or go downstairs and work until she couldn’t keep her eyes open, then go to bed.

She should do anything but sit next to him, alone, in the dark, when he looked good enough to eat and her pussy was still slippery with unfulfil