what you’ve done,” I growl.
Staring me in the eyes, he stops the timer and restarts it again while sitting there with his rolled-up shirt, wet nipples, unbuttoned pants, and wet underwear. I’m honestly curious at this point how far he’ll go but I also know I’m a weak man when Leland is involved. So weak. Very weak.
But two can play this game.
I stretch then tug down the front of my shirt as I pick up my pen. “Hmm…” I moan as I stare at the pad of paper. “Ah, yeah, right there. You’re right, Leland, it is hot in here,” I say as I look down at the shirt I’m wearing—a not very nice one with a stain on it—and grab each side with my hands before I tear it right off, knowing that Leland loves nothing more than me ripping my own shirts off. “Much better.”
Leland’s staring at me now, an unreadable look on his face. “Hold on… excuse me?”
I glance up at him. “Hmm? What’s that, babe?”
He swallows hard. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Ah, you better restart that timer,” I say.
He pokes at it and within one minute the timer goes off. “Oh wow, that timer is fast when you’re hard at work. Wanna know what else is hard?”
“This pen?” I ask as I dutifully go back to writing while wearing my torn shirt.
“Oh no, now my nipples are cold! I would love someone to warm them up,” he says as he grabs my hand and smacks it against his chest, but clearly, what he doesn’t remember is that I’m still holding the pen which proceeds to stab him in the chest.
“Ow!” he cries.
I turn to him. “Are you okay?”
“No, but I know what’ll make me feel better.”
I snort as I stand up and grab his arm. “Ah? You sure? I thought we’d probably have to wait another twenty-five minutes.”
“Nah, this is what I’m paying Cassel for,” he says. “Now, since my chest is bleeding, I need help making it to the bedroom.”
I go to pick him up but he must have flashbacks from me dropping him in the tub because he pulls back. “No, I’m thinking like a horse. You get on your hands and knees and I’ll ride you to the bedroom, Fiancé.”
Anyone else saying that to their partner would be sexy but for me… I know he literally wants me to pretend to be a horse. I pull him into a fireman’s carry that will hopefully save me some face. When we reach the bedroom, I drop him on the bed as he grins up at me, pushing excitement through my body. Especially now that there isn’t an alarm working against me. He grabs onto me and pulls me down as he wraps his legs around my thighs and yanks me onto the bed with him. The moment his lips find mine, I push all worries and thoughts aside so I can just hold him and feel him. His lips brush against mine the moment I’m on the bed and he pushes up while holding my leg still, so I’m forced to flip onto my back. Sometimes he gets into manhandling me, but the way he grins as he does it makes it far too fucking sexy. His hands teasingly slide down my chest as he hovers above my thighs, like he’s pausing just to check how fixated I am on him. I’m pretty sure my body is telling him at this point. When he reaches my pants, he unbuttons them and tugs them down as I slide my hands up his thighs, wishing I were feeling bare skin.
His shirt is still rolled up under his armpits, which amuses me but I’d prefer it off. I lean up so I can grab it and tug it over his head, freeing him from the ridiculous outfit and giving me a view of his nicely muscled chest. He’s not overly muscled, but he stays in shape with all of his training and it shows. He pushes me back down before shoving my pants down to my feet and sliding them free then winging them like he hopes to never see them again. I kind of hope to never see them again as well, if it means getting to spend more time with Leland like this.
“Remember that time I hid all your clothes?” Leland says, still proud of himself to this day.
I try not to grin at the thought. I’d woken up only to find a completely dressed Leland