Well, I had been the one to crawl on him that last time, so that was totally on me. I don’t regret it though because Leo loved it. I’ve ridden him but only when I was sitting on his lap at work because he pulled me onto him. Even though I liked it, I was always worried about doing it right. Leo talked me through it, in a husky sex-soaked voice that sent shivers up my spine hearing it. Once I found my rhythm Leo’s hands roamed over my body, toying with my breasts, teasing them until he had me near tears. He loved watching me, the light on the bedside table was always on, the better for him to see me, he said.

“Alexa.”

I blink, oh shit. He knows, he always knows. The shake of his head is small but clear. Don’t even think about it. Well fuck him, I can think about it if I want to. He’s not the boss of me, then he leans over and my pussy floods at the promise his eyes. Oh yeah, right, he is the boss of me. “What?”

He points at the paper. “When were you going to tell me?”

I look down. It’s an article on my newest book, it releases next Tuesday. There is a small release party for it this Saturday at a local independent bookstore. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

“You thought wrong. You belong to me, everything that has to do with you, I care about. This is your fourth book, you have had excellent reviews on all of them up to this point. You even had an interview with the Guardian where they praised this latest release, and your launch is at a small bookstore with no doubt warm cheese and stale crackers. No, this is bullshit. I want the number for your publicist.”

“I don’t have anyone like that. My publisher put it together.” His look of astonishment has me cringing. I fumble with my phone to pull up the number for Cory, the vice-president of marketing who handles all the release parties, interviews, and promotions. I scribble the number and hand it over. “Cory is a woman, she handles all of the promotion for the publishing company.”

Leo snatches the slip of paper from me and he’s gone. I don’t even want to know what he’s going to do, but something tells me he’s about to take over completely. He’s finally mad for me, not at me. The glow of happiness welling up inside me that he cares enough has me vowing to give him the best blowjob ever.

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Leo

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