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Leon pulls me into his side, finally letting go of my hand so he can wrap his arm around me. His lips find their way to my temple, spreading warmth through me. “We don’t have to do this. We can go back home.” He says to me, I love that he’s giving me the option, that he’s not pressuring me into anything.

But I didn’t come this far to back out now. I didn’t get out of the house just to go right back so quickly. “No, we do.” I say more confidently. He kisses my temple again, squeezing me into his side. “Only if you say so.” He promises. His phone starts to ring, but he immediately silences it. He always says he has a separate ringtone for his patients, that he’d only answer his phone with me if it was a patient. He always says that nobody is more important than I am to him, but I’d never let him neglect his patients for me.

Leon’s phone rings several more times while we wait, and he ignores it every single time. He doesn’t even check the caller ID, he just silences the ringing and stuffs it back into his pocket. It makes me wonder who keeps calling him. But he keeps saying it’s not important. Honestly, I love that I’m his priority, but I’m feeling slightly jealous about whoever keeps calling him. “Can you just check that, please?” I ask him as I get settled on the table in the back.

Leon hands me his phone, but shakes his head no. “I don’t care who it is, I’m with you. You're welcome to answer.” He tells me. He says that my fingerprint works on his phone, honestly that’s sweet. It makes my jealousy melt away. Clearly if he was doing something he didn’t want me to know about, he wouldn’t give me full access to his phone. But it does make me curious. “How long has my fingerprint been in your phone?” I ask curiously. He smiles at me, a beautiful smile that lights up his face and sends butterflies into my belly. “Since the first time I broke into your apartment.” He answers with a shrug. So the entire time I could’ve called the cops, I just never actually wanted to. I wonder if he knew that the whole time and was simply testing me.

Okay, we’re really doing this. The whole crazy plan Leon talked about after sex is really happening. He gets me settled on the table, almost instantly slipping his fingers in my cotton shorts and past my panties. His fingers graze against my clit so softly that all I can do is whine. It’s making me fidget out of frustration that I can’t moan without alerting everyone here to what is happening. How am I supposed to do this without the piercer noticing?

But all logical thought goes through the window when he pushes a finger into me. I have to cover my mouth with my hand to quiet myself. “Leon,” I moan quietly. “Shh, I’ve got you. Just take your shirt off for me.” He insists. Yeah, I guess I did forget that I’d have to show this piercer my nipples for him to pierce them. I sit up slightly, feeling Leon distract me by slipping a second finger into me. I bite down onto my lip to quiet my sounds, sitting up and pulling my shirt off. “How…” I start to ask, but I’m caught off guard by his thumb rubbing my clit.

Leon grins at me, clearly happy that I’m distracted and forgetting that I’m so nervous. “I’ve got it covered.” Hepromisesme. I don’t see how we’re supposed to have sex right in front of a piercer and not have him notice. But I’m forced to trust him on this.

Leon smiles warmly at the piercer as soon as he walks in, not even bothering to stop fingering me. But he’s standing between my legs so that I can’t close them. “Ma fleur, this is Tobin, he’s a good friend of mine.” Leon introduces. I want to greet him, or at least I know I should. But I can’t fathom words, not when Leon’s fingers are working inside of me, curling and rubbing the spot that has me ready to tell this entire shop what’s going on in here. So, I nod, and I know my face has to be red as a strawberry about now. “It’s nice to meet you, Maeve. I’m going to get started now.” Tobin explains. Again, all I can do is nod. I feel so close to an orgasm. I’m so close that I’m embarrassed, I’m scared of screaming in the middle of this shop.

Leon steps closer between my legs, holding the leg of my shorts open with one hand and gripping his cock with the other. “Leon…” I say nervously. I’m not just nervous about the piercing, but for him to have sex with me in public. “Relax, ma fleur. Everyone else is gone, nobody can hear us.” He says calmly to me.

Before I can even ask what he means by everyone being gone, he pushes the head of his cock into me. I see stars, I close my eyes and let out the quietest moan I can possibly manage. I almost don’t even register this guy pinching my nipple between his fingers while he cleans me with an alcohol wipe. I bite down onto my lip to stop any noises from happening, this is so embarrassing, why did I think this was a good idea? Why did Leon?

When Leon pushes further into me, reaching the point where I’m normally uncomfortable, I feel Tobin put the forceps on one of my nipples. The sting of the cold metal pinching my nipple somehow mixes with the feeling of Leon pushing past the point of comfort inside of me. “Oh my God.” I moan. I hear Tobin laugh, saying something to Leon about me being responsive, but it doesn’t register in my brain at the moment that he’s talking about me while watching me get railed. I don’t even care if this is embarrassing right now, it feels too good to care.

Leon starts off slow, his thrusts are long and intentional. I feel the head of his cock dragging along my walls, sending me toward an orgasm that I know the neighbors will hear.

When I feel the hot sting of the needle going through my tender nipple, I explode. I feel myself clamp down around Leon, I feel my arousal flood him, and I feel his hands squeeze my hips while his pace picks up. I can’t tell if he’s holding me so that I won’t move, or just so he can slam into me harder. But I couldn’t care less. I feel so high that the only noise coming out of me is a breathless moan. I know it should be embarrassing to me that shoving a needle through my nipple made me squirt on Leon, but it’s not. I open my eyes to see Leon looking at me with such a look of need that it almost sends me over the edge all over again.

Leon’s phone ringing brings me back to the reality of what is happening. I look up at him, seeing him huff in annoyance before pulling his phone out of his pocket and silencing it. “Answer it,” I tell him. Whoever it is, it must be important if they’ve called at least a dozen times since we’ve gotten here. He shakes his head no, putting his hand back on my hip. He resumes his long, slow long thrusts, filling me until I feel like he’s invading my organs. “They’re not important. You are.” He says confidently.

I smile up at him, completely ignoring the man preparing my other nipple. I still feel the sting of the first one, a throbbing that just won’t go away. But I didn’t come this far to only go this far. “You ready?” Tobin asks. I look up to Leon a little nervous, but he gives me a reassuring smile and nods at me. His thumb moves to rub my clit, making me jerk slightly. But it puts me in a much better space to be ready for this guy to hurt me again.

This one feels slower, I feel the needle drag through my skin, making me suck in a pained breath. But I don’t miss the flood of arousal coating Leon despite hurting. I close my eyes, laying my head back onto the table while I feel Tobin replace the needle with a barbell. I hear him and Leon talking for a moment, but then I hear the door open and close. When I open my eyes, Tobin is gone and Leon and I are alone in the room. “You did wonderful, ma fleur. Are you ready for your reward?” He asks me with a smirk. I nod, feeling the grip on my hips tighten until it almost reaches pain and he starts to slam into me with enough force to force me forward on the table.

Leon slams into me hard and fast, dragging his cock along that spot inside of me that makes my legs shake. I can actually feel him holding me steady because my thighs are shaking so much. The noise that comes out of me doesn’t even sound like me, but I couldn’t stop it if I tried. I moan, loudly, gripping onto the leather table until I feel my nails cutting into it and I clamp down around Leon. I feel the warmth of him cumming in me, and I don’t even care enough to complain, it’s actually nice.

I lay back calming myself while I feel him finish inside of me and lean forward on top of me. Even worn out, he’s careful not to put any weight on my chest. I sag into the leather table, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while we both attempt to catch our breath.

Chapter 48

Leon’s POV

I don’t know who keeps calling me, but I’m about ready to drive to their house and kill them. It’s not the ringtone specific for my work, so I know it’s not something important. I don’t know who the fuck else it could be. But they’re interrupting my time with Maeve.

I’m not even pulled out of her when my phone starts to ring again. I yank it out of my pocket, not even recognizing the number. Yep, they’re going to die. I pick it up with an annoyed huff. “Dr. Leon Aldon.” I answer in the most docile tone I can fake. Fuck, I’m annoyed.

I pull out of Maeve, seeing my cum drip out of her. Nope, not letting that happen. I scoop up what’s dripped out with two fingers, carefully shoving it back into her. My girl tries to crawl away from me, clearly still feeling sensitive, but I won't let her get away from me that easily.

“Dr. Aldon, It’s Abby,” was the voice on the phone that not only confused me, but worried me. Abby shouldn’t have my personal number, and she certainly shouldn’t be calling me unless something is wrong. “Ms. Marino, what can I do for you?” I ask.

I give Maeve an apologetic look, but my girl just smiles at me. Fuck, I love that smile. I remove my fingers from her, heading toward the small sink in the room to wash my hands and grab a paper towel to help Maeve get cleaned up.

Abby clears her throat as if she’s nervous. “Dr. Aldon, I think I made a mistake.” She says quietly. Fuck, now I’m nervous. What the fuck happened to my patient. I ask her what’s going on, listening intently while also cleaning up my girl and helping her get her shirt on without the fabric rubbing against her sore piercings.

Abby explains on the phone that there was a fifth man in the basement that night, she was just so out of it that she had convinced herself that it wasn’t true. She had convinced herself that she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was seeing. But now, seeing this fifth man again for the first time, she’s sure of it.

She’s sure that she had a fifth attacker and that she was so scared that she is currently in her bathtub with a razor, debating her life. “Okay, tell me where you are, Abby. I’m on the way.” I insist. I’m not letting her kill herself when Maeve and I went through so much to help her, no fucking way. We’ll find the fifth man and make him suffer, but I’m not losing Abby like I lost Denise. I'm not letting Maeve feel like she failed Abby.

My beautiful Maeve is more than understanding when we have to practically run out of the tattoo shop and to my car. She holds my hand and tells me the directions on the GPS to Abby’s apartment and tries to comfort me.

While I love that Maeve is trying to comfort me, I don't need comfort. I just need to find out who the fifth man is. I need to stop my patient from making a horrible mistake. I need to get Abby far enough from the edge that I don’t have to have her committed. Fuck, I feel like shit that Abby was calling me the entire time and I didn’t answer. When she’s more stable, I will ask her how she got my number and why she thought it was acceptable to call my personal cell phone. But not right now.