Page 123 of Lucky Mother Pucker

“Yes,” he says, his voice low and raspy.

The way he answers me instantly without hesitation sends a hopeful feeling blooming through my chest.

He closes his eyes, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “Lucy.” My name is rough and gritty in his morning voice. He opens his eyes and pins me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. “If we cross this line, there’s no going back.”

“I know. But I want to. Do you?”

He rests his hand on my waist. “I’m sick of fighting this, Luce.”

“Fighting what?”

“My feelings for you. The things I want to do to you…” He rakes his gaze down my chest, pausing on my breasts. “They’re pretty fucking filthy.”

My breath catches. “I want to do filthy things to you too.”

The look in his eyes darkens. “I’m bossy in bed. I like giving orders. I like teasing. I like making you beg. You sure you want that, baby?”

I nod, my pussy aching in anticipation. “Yes. I want that. All of that.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “If we do this, things are gonna change between us. We’re not gonna be just friends anymore. You’re okay with that?”

I nod, need coursing through my body. “Yes.”

Whatever we are, whatever we’re about to be, I’m so ready for it.

His grip on my waist tightens. “Take your clothes off,” he growls.

I gasp softly at the bossy rumble of his voice. This is really happening.

I sit up, slowly pull off my top, and toss it over the edge of the bed. I unbutton my shorts and slide them off, along with my socks.

I’m on my knees next to Leo, wearing just a white bra and panties.

His hungry gaze glides along my body. My breath catches.

“Take it all off,” he orders.

My inner thigh muscles quiver at the command in his tone. I really, really like bossy-in-bed Leo.

I unhook my bra, toss it aside, then slide off my panties. I catch him staring at the soaked fabric. He takes them out of my hand and slides them into the pocket of his shorts.

“These are mine now.”

My mouth parts open and I make a breathless, surprised sound. He moves closer to me and runs his gaze slowly over my body. His jaw bulges, and he looks away for a second, shaking his head like he’s pissed.

“Jesus, Luce,” he mutters before turning back to look at my face. He reaches up and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. “You’re fucking perfect.”

A giddy feeling glides through my chest. This hot, sweet, dreamboat of a man thinks I’m perfect?

The look in his eyes is dazed as he stares between my legs. He licks his lips. “Touch yourself.”

My mouth parts open. “W-what?”

His eyes cut to my face. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

My breath stutters out. My skin flushes hot.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.