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He thrust into me slow at first, but then he speeds up. His hands dig into my hips, and his breathing turns ragged. I feel the soft touch of his hand on my back.

“Seeing my name and my number on your back while I’m inside of you,” he mutters. “Fuck, Luce. You have no idea what seeing you like this does to me.”

He reaches between my legs and teases my clit with his fingertips. My pussy clenches around him as I cry out, gripping the sheets for dear life.

He leans down and kisses me. “Are you close?”

“Yes.”

He kisses me again. “Good girl. Now come hard for me. Right fucking now.”

A second later, I come all over his cock. I scream into the bedsheets. I’m so loud that my throat goes raw and my ears ring. I could swear the walls shake.

Every muscle in my body is tight from the pleasure hammering through my body. I’m drowning in this orgasm, completely overwhelmed.

White bursts cloud my vision, and my ears ring even harder this time. I’m panting hard into the sheets, catching my breath. And then I feel Leo’s soft, hot mouth on my bare back.

He’s pushed up the jersey and is trailing soft kisses along my spine. I close my eyes and hum, smiling to myself.

He pulls out and kisses my ass cheek, then gives it a soft bite. I giggle, feeling drunk on pleasure.

The mattress decompresses, and I see him stand up and throw the condom away in the nearby wastebasket. Then he’s back in bed, pulling me under the covers, and cuddling me to his chest.

He wraps his big arms around me, and I kiss the hot skin on his chest.

“Rest now,” he says softly, then kisses the top of my head.

I yawn, and my eyelids are heavy from the most insane, intense sex I’ve ever had in my life.

I lean up and look at him through sleepy eyes. He hooks his fingers under my chin, his mouth slanting up in the sexiest smile. He kisses me. And then I fall asleep, feeling content and complete.

Chapter 63

Leo

“Merry Christmas, you two!” Mom says when Lucy and I walk up to her.

I hug her. “Merry Christmas, Mom.”

I step aside so she can hug Lucy. Most of my family and Mom’s friends surround us, talking and laughing while enjoying drinks and passed appetizers.

Mom is hosting Christmas dinner at Seb’on, a fancy French restaurant in the upscale Cherry Hill neighborhood of Denver. We’ve had family holiday celebrations here a handful of times over the years.

“This restaurant is so beautiful,” Lucy says to Mom.

She glances around, taking in the rectangular dining space with the open kitchen in the middle. It’s an island of stainless steel in a sea of black marble flooring and fixtures with dark walnut furnishings.

Mom smiles at Lucy. “I love it here. The food is incredible, and the staff is always so kind.”

“It smells amazing,” Lucy says.

The kitchen staff, who are all dressed in white coats and chef hats, are in the kitchen, plating and cooking.

Mom gives Lucy’s arm a soft squeeze. “I hope you’re hungry. The chef, Gage Grant, put together an amazing menu for today. Prime rib with roasted veggies and the most delicious potato gratin.”

“Oh, yum. Glad I didn’t wear a tight dress then,” Lucy jokes. My mom laughs.

I hand my mom the small gift bag we put together for her. “Here’s a little gift from us,” I say.