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Leo’s eyebrows rose an almost imperceptible amount.

He’d asked her to stay so many times. But now Tem was the one asking—begging—to stay. She wasn’t just asking about the competition. She was asking whether she could stay in his heart—in the place he’d saved for her since the moment he saw her in that green dress.

Leo didn’t answer.

Instead he opened his bedroom door, swinging it wide to reveal his four poster bed.

Tem could sense Leo’s anticipation; she could feel the way his body was drawn to hers. She was drawn to him too. There was no denying it—no pretending that what they had wasn’t real. This game of theirs had gone on long enough. Tem had revealed her cards, and Leo had too. There was no reason to resist anymore. She was done fighting the inevitable.

His lips were on hers before the door slammed shut.

There was perfect, complete rhythm to their movement: both of them touched the other as if they had always known this was the way it was supposed to be—as if they were destined to do this since the moment they met. She pulled off her dress.

“Tem,” Leo said. “Get in my bed.”

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

Tem got in his bed.

She laid on her back.

“Fuck,” Leo breathed.

Tem decided to take her time.

She brushed her hands slowly down her body, caressing her breasts before letting her fingers dip between her legs. Leo undressed as he watched, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling down his trousers. When he was finally naked before her, Tem whispered:

“Touch me, Leo.”

He stepped forward.

His fingers found her wetness, and she moaned in deep fulfillment.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so wet, Tem.”

Her hand joined his, pulling him even deeper.

“Just for you,” Tem whispered. She knew he needed to hear it. And she want⁠ed to give him what he needed.

Leo bent down to kiss her inner thigh.

“How could you keep this cunt from me for so long?”

“You had to earn it.”

“And now that I have?”

“It’s yours.”

Leo pulled away.

Tem looked up at him as he looked down at her, both of them comprehending the significance of the moment.

“Leo,” she whispered.

He smiled.

“I know, Tem.”