Leandro: Greek. Biker. Billionaire.

by Marian Tee

  “Out of my mind with need for you, yes.”

  The way his eyes devoured her made Bobby swallow. She hated how her body was suddenly trembling so hard it was as if just the softest touch from Leandro would have her spontaneously combusting. “Let me go,” she demanded between clenched teeth even as moistness flooded the triangle between her legs. God! She just hoped she wasn’t so wet she ended up having a visibly damp spot on her shorts. She would never live that one down if it happened.

  Leandro was forcing her to walk backwards now, not saying a word, and she exclaimed in surprise when her back hit the wall. She caught a look of satisfaction in Leandro’s eyes before he pinned her wrists to the wall with one hand while his other hand ripped her bra free.

  She screamed, and then she screamed again for another reason when Leandro bent his head down and took one nipple fully into his mouth. It was so embarrassing, the way her nipples were already pertly alive, and she bit her lip hard to keep her involuntary moan from escaping. The pleasure of his mouth on her nipple was intense, more beautiful than she remembered, but she would do everything not to let him know---

  “You taste sweeter than I remembered,” Leandro groaned.

  “You’re crazy,” she gasped out. “We’re no longer seeing…” She had to stop talking as another bolt of pleasure hit her when Leandro started sucking hard and hungrily at her nipple. Oh God, she had missed this. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but the truth was inescapable. She had missed this.

  “Stop it!”

  His laughter, dark and seductive, rocked against her breast. “Stop what, mégaira?” He flicked his tongue against her nipple and was rewarded by the involuntary jerk of her body. “If you tell me what I’m supposed to stop, then maybe I’ll do it.”

  Bobby glared at him. “Never---” She bit back another cry as Leandro’s mouth once more closed over her nipple and started sucking. She tried to get away, but his fingers around her wrists were hard as steel. “Stop it,” she gasped. The pleasure was making her forget her very sanity, and she threw away her pride and choked out, “Stop sucking on my nipple.”

  The explicit words made him stop, but by saying them, she also felt like she had fallen deeper into his trap.

  Leandro raised his head, smirking as he asked, “Was it so bad?”

  Oh, that smirk! She was torn between wanting to slap it off his face and feeling even more aroused by it. God, this had to stop. She wriggled against his hold, not knowing that it only caused her breasts to jiggle deliciously in his sight, and the tips of her nipples brushing against his chest made Leandro groan.

  “Let go of me!”

  “Never.”

  “This is crazy.”

  His smirk disappeared. “No, Bobby. This is right. This was how we connected in the first place, and I think it’s fitting we start anew like this.”

  Fear at what those words meant made her struggle even more desperately. “I don’t want to start anything with you!”

  “Too late, my love.” And then he bent down to suck on her other nipple.

  Bobby gasped, torn between indignation and a sensual bliss so treacherously beautiful it tempted her to surrender. “You said you’d s-stop if I told you to!”

  Leandro lifted his head again. “I did. And I stopped. But this is your other nipple, is it not?” He laughed at her hiss of outrage, and she looked so mad at being fooled he knew she would have scratched his eyes out if her hands were free. She was so passionate, her fiery spirit matching his hot-blooded temperament, that Leandro knew no other woman would suit him better than Bobby. And so it was also the other way around. He only needed enough time to convince her of it.

  “I love you, mégaira. There is no one like you.”

  Leandro spoke the words so easily it scared her even more, and the sexy grin on his face just made everything more terrifying. She couldn’t let this happen. She just couldn’t. If she allowed him back into her life, she would lose control over herself again and this time, there would be no turning back. If she belonged to him again, it would be forever – even if he one day realized he didn’t want her anymore.

  “Let me go, please.”

  Leandro responded to her demand by kissing her hard, his lips moving insistently over hers until she was forced to open her mouth and let his tongue in. He took possession of her mouth and kissed her more deeply, exulting in the taste of her. When he raised his head, he smiled in sheer male satisfaction at the dazed look on her face.

  The smile made Bobby recover herself. “Jerk!”

  “Yes,” he purred. “I am, only to you and only for you, my beautiful shrew.” She struggled anew, making her beautiful bountiful breasts shake harder and with a groan, no longer able to keep his hands away, he let her wrists go so he could cover her breasts.

  It was as large as he remembered, his palms unable to completely cover them, and he groaned with real pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded them hard.

  Bobby tried to push him away futilely, her hands pressing against his shoulders with all her strength. But it was like trying to get a heavy rock off her. “Get off me, you jerk.”

  “That’s not what you really want to call me, Bobby.” He smirked at her.

  She started to retort but bit back another moan instead as he started twisting her nipples with his fingers. Pain and pleasure blended with each other as he continued playing with her nipples, and she squeezed her eyes shut so he wouldn’t see how much his touch affected her.

  “Jerk,” she gasped out.

  Leandro only laughed. “Come on, Bobby. Be true to yourself. You’ve never been a liar.” Before she could answer, he had already bent his head and was hungrily sucking her nipple again while his other hand continued playing with her breast.

  She tried pulling his head away, gripping his hair, but he retaliated by sucking so hard and then biting her nipple that Bobby ended up releasing a long, pleasure-loaded moan.

  “Say the word, Bobby,” he whispered between tiny bites of her nipple. “Say it.”

  Her fingers gripped his hair, but now she could no longer find the strength to use it to pull his head away from her nipple.

  “Say it.”

  The velvety invitation in his words worked like seductive magic, tempting her to forget even just for today the fact that he was the person who had ruined her life.

  Leandro looked up, and lust blazed in his eyes. “Say it.” He punctuated the words with hard squeezes of her breasts.

  She cried out, “Kópanos.” By saying it, she knew she had surrendered to him. By saying it, she wasn’t just admitting he was a jerk. She was also admitting that he was the jerk who still had a claim over her even after everything that had happened in the past.

  Bobby waited for a triumphant expression to fall on Leandro’s gorgeous face, but instead he looked…

  She bit her lip hard, which was again trembling at the riotous emotions warring inside her.

  Leandro Christopoulos looked humbled.

  “I love you, mégaira.”

  The look in his eyes made her want to cry. He loved her. He really loved her, and he was willing to lay everything down at her feet for a chance to make her believe it.

  She knew what he wanted to hear, but she just couldn’t say it. Pain flickered in his expression when he realized that she was not going to say anything.

  He said hoarsely, “Bobby---”

  She shook her head. She didn’t want to talk. She was too afraid to talk. So instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his lips down for a kiss. “Take me,” she whispered.

  Chapter 11

  For one moment, Leandro wanted to refuse. It would kill him – and his fully erect cock – to refuse the invitation in Bobby’s eyes, but for one crazy moment he wanted to refuse it. More than her body, he wanted her love – her trust – her everything.

  But then Bobby left him no choice, tiptoeing to kiss him openmouthed, and the sweetness of her lips made Leandro forget his better intentions. He could make her
admit she loved him later.

  With a rough sound of lust and impatience, Leandro took command of the kiss.

  Bobby yielded to him easily, knowing deep in her heart that she was never happier than when she surrendered her control completely to Leandro. She was a strong woman, and she needed a stronger man like Leandro to make her feel comfortable about letting go.

  She gasped for breath when Leandro released her, and another little gasp escaped Bobby when she realized that he was busy taking off her shorts.

  In moments, she was completely naked – and he was still fully clothed.

  Bobby instinctively tried to cover herself.

  “No,” he growled. “Your body’s always been mine, Bobby. Always. Don’t you dare fucking cover it when it’s just the two of us.”

  Face flaming at the command even as she felt more moisture gathering between her legs, Bobby slowly allowed her hands to fall back against her sides.

  For a few moments, Leandro simply looked his fill. He had missed the sight of her body, missed it so much that he wanted to reach out to her to ensure that he wasn’t dreaming like all those nights in Greece that had him waking in an empty bed, his heart and body aching to be with her.

  “Stop staring.”

  “I’ll stare if I want to, mégaira. It’s mine to stare at.” As he continued to let his gaze roam her body, he watched her breasts jiggle as she fidgeted on her feet, her nipples extending at the heat of his gaze.

  His voice thick with lust, he said, “Undress me now.”

  Shakily, she moved towards him and her fingers fumbled as she grabbed the hem of his shirt so she could pull it over his head. Bobby felt her mouth drying at the sight of Leandro’s naked chest, the sight of it evoking memories of all those times she had felt his hard chest against her naked breasts.

  The memories caused her fingers to become clumsier, making it harder for her to unbuckle his belt and wrestle with the buttons of his jeans before she could pull it off him. He was down to his black briefs now, and her hands shook even harder, her dampness overflowing, as she slowly peeled the last piece of his clothing off his body.

  Bobby sucked her breath in at the sight of his engorged cock, thicker, harder, and longer than she remembered.

  When she reached to touch it, Leandro captured her wrist with a brief shake of his head. “Not now,” he said harshly. “I want you too much.”

  She whispered, “Then what are you waiting for?”

  He cursed in Greek, his cock throbbing more painfully at the invitation in Bobby’s gaze. He was barely hanging on to his control here, and the way she was seducing him with those pretty green eyes of hers wasn’t fucking helping. “Stop looking at me like that, dammit. I want to make you come first---”

  “Take me now.” Her body was trembling so badly with need for his possession that even her voice started to shake. “Take me now---”

  With a groan, he gave in to what they both wanted. In a moment, he had her up against the wall, his cock sliding into her pussy like it had found its home. She moaned and he groaned, the sounds mingling for one moment as they lost themselves in the sheer pleasure of having their bodies united in the most intimate way possible.

  He was so hot and thick inside her, a steel rod that her flesh was still trying to accommodate. It was hard to think or breathe when every part of her was focused on the welcome sensation of having Leandro fill her body once again. Her hands settled on his shoulders. “Leandro.” She couldn’t help sobbing out his name. She wanted him so much.

  Her vaginal muscles clenched tightly around his cock as Bobby cried his name, and the last of Leandro’s control snapped. Holding her securely against the wall, he began thrusting into her, his cock pounding fast and furious into her body. Her breasts started to shake, tempting him with its succulent abundance and with another groan, he bent down to suck on one nipple.

  Bobby cried out as the pleasure intensified, with Leandro sucking on her nipple while his cock drove in and out of her with ruthlessly powerful strokes. Her body shook with each thrust as her need for him heightened. She wanted more. She wanted everything, and she didn’t want him to stop.

  Her hands moved to his head, her fingers diving deep so she could urge his head closer to her nipple. Leandro obeyed the silent plea, sucking harder and biting her nipple as he continued to claim her pussy over and over with his cock.

  “Leandro.”

  Her cry was loud and unabashed with need, and he knew it meant she was close to coming. He released her nipple the same time he slid one hand between her legs so he could find that tiny nub of flesh to drive her wild.

  His eyes locked with hers. He wanted to see her fall apart. He needed to see it, knowing that it was the only way he could truly make himself believe he had Bobby back in his life.

  “I’ll make you mine now, mégaira.”

  Her eyes widened at the possessive words, but there was no time to react as his fingers found her clit just as he thrust into her one last time. She came with a scream, her body shuddering in his touch and he watched her, memorizing every nuance of emotion that flickered on Bobby’s face as the pleasure of his possession took over her.

  Only when she was completely sated did she realize that he had not come with her. A second later, she realized another thing. Bobby said weakly, “You’re still hard?”

  “I waited one year for you, my love. You didn’t think I would be satisfied with just one round?”

  She was, but she supposed that didn’t count since her stamina had never matched his.

  And then he started to move, and she cried out as his cock began to make her body come to life once again.

  It was dawn the next morning when Bobby woke, and she had to yawn and rub her eyes several times before she could see clearly enough. The clock on the bedside table told her it was four in the morning, and the realization that she and Leandro had literally made love day and night made her blush. Her mind took a naughty turn, reminding her not just how many times they had made love but when and where – on the floor, the kitchen table, and oh dear God, that one time when he had her on all fours in front of the mirror…

  Her cheeks heated up, enough to make Bobby feel delirious. Had she really done all that?

  Leandro’s phone beeped, and she picked it up from the table.

  The name on the screen made Bobby sit up.

  Erica Norwood.

  The girl who had been so shamelessly flirting with Leandro.

  And Leandro, she recalled with a pang, had flirted right back. She shouldn’t have forgotten that, but her stupid silly heart had made her forget it.

  Drawing a heavy breath, tears blurring her vision, Bobby left the bed quietly and started the search for her clothes around the house.

  When Leandro woke up alone, he knew right away that something was wrong. But he held on to his composure as he searched his house for Bobby, not bothering to put on his clothes. There was no sign of her, and it was what he had feared but expected.

  Returning to his room, Leandro picked up his phone. The most recent message was from…Bobby.

  I’m sorry. I just can’t do this again. With Sabastian, it’s right between us. With you, it’s…too much. It’s wrong.

  His heart shattered at her words, but he forced himself to read the next message, hoping it was also from Bobby and maybe there would be a clue to tell him what the hell happened to make her leave him in a panic.

  The message, however, was from Erica.

  And it was unopened.

  Had Bobby seen the message and thought the worst?

  He couldn’t blame her if she did. But there was an explanation for it, and relief hit him as the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Bobby had left him, he decided, because she had seen Erica’s message and assumed the worst. Once she realized it was entirely innocent, she would be back and he could woo her again into admitting that she loved him.

  He called her right away, but he wasn’t surprised when she didn’t answer his calls.
Of course she wouldn’t. She thought he was cheating on her.

  Leandro tapped the Facebook icon on his phone. She was always online on the social media site since she was also the one personally managing the Facebook page of the foundation. She could ignore his call, but she would not be able to ignore his message.

  Leandro clicked her name on the screen and waited for the app to redirect him to Bobby’s personal account.

  The page loaded.

  Leandro’s phone crashed on the floor.

  Bobby had changed her status to Engaged, with Sabastian Gabris tagged on the post, and above it was a photo of Bobby sporting an engagement ring on her finger.

  Chapter 12

  “He did what?” Bobby shot out of her seat, unable to believe that Leandro would do something so underhanded just to get her to talk to him. Last night had been horrible. She had spent countless hours trying to convince herself she had done the right thing and she could survive the loss of Leandro again.

  Nessa’s head bobbed. “It’s true, Bobby. I received the call straight from his P.A. They’re holding a press conference as we speak. It’s on television.”

  “But that’s crazy.” She looked at F. “He can’t really pull out at this late notice?”

  “It’s his company, darling.” F didn’t know what exactly took place between the two, but one look at Bobby’s face was enough to let him know that something did happen – and it was enough to drive the two crazy. First it was Bobby, suddenly becoming engaged to Sabastian Gabris. Sure, he was one of the most eligible catches, but so was Leandro Christopoulos.

  As for Leandro, well, if suddenly cancelling a major fundraiser a few hours before it was slated to start wasn’t crazy, well what was?

  Bobby started to pace. “But that would put him in breach of contract.”

  “And you think he can’t afford to pay the penalty?”

  She gritted her teeth. Maybe he was bluffing. But what if he wasn’t? The kids downstairs were beyond excited, all of them having been briefed about what awaited them at the lab. If she told them the event was canceled, what would happen then?