Page 13 of The Freeuse Proposal
My Secret Freeuse Affair
Book 2
April Cross
Chapter 1
My palms are sweating around my suitcase handle, and I’ve changed outfits three times. I finally settled on a plaid skirt, wool thigh highs, and chunky boots. Sexy without trying too hard. At least, that’s the hope.
Holy hell, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
It’s been two weeks since the Halloween party, and I keep replaying it. Leo commanding me to kneel. How he rasped “good girl” in my ear. The way he used me until I couldn’t even remember my own name. Now I’m standing outside my duplex, looking at it one last time before spending December completely his, then moving into my new apartment in January.
The rumble of an engine makes me look up. A sleek black SUV pulls to the curb, and when Leo unfolds his tall frame from the driver’s seat, I forget how to breathe.
It hasn’t been that long since I last saw him, but somehow, I’d forgotten how devastatingly sexy he is. His salt-and-pepper hair gleams silver in the afternoon light, and those chiseled features make me want to lick him from jaw to collarbone.
He’s in his late forties to my twenty-four, and that gap has never been more visible, or more appealing. The lines around his mouth deepen as he takes me in, warm hazel eyes raking over me like he’s already deciding what to do to me first.
He hasn’t even touched me, and I’m already wet.
“There’s my sweet lass.” That deep Scottish rumble does things to my insides, and I press my thighs together. “You look good enough to eat.”
My cheeks flame. “Hi Leo.”
Two weeks of anticipation and that’s the best I can come up with? I should really leave the flirting to people who are actually good at it.
He stops just short of touching me, close enough that I can smell his familiar scent of oranges and something spicier underneath. My body recognizes it immediately, and my pussy clenches. Just from a smell. I’m pathetic.
“Nervous, lass?” he asks, not unkindly.
I peek up at him through my lashes. “A little. But excited too.”
His grin widens, satisfaction glittering in his eyes, and then I’m crushed against his chest, wrapped in his arms. I melt into him instantly, breathing deep. A shiver runs through me.
“My eager little kitten.” He chuckles, clearly feeling my reaction. “Ready for me to make you purr?”
“You can try, Sir.” Something about knowing I’m going to be his for weeks makes me braver, like I can push a little without fear of losing this.
Lust flickers behind his eyes. “Careful, Alice. If you’re a bratty little tease, I’ll put that mouth to better use.”
The warning makes my breath catch, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. Holy hell, I want whatever he’s willing to give me.
He must see it in my face because he smirks and gives me a knowing look that makes every filthy thought in my head completely transparent. “In the car, lass. Let’s get you home so I can play with my new toy properly.”
Home.The word resonates through me as I slide into the leather seat. I’ve still got my job at the retail store, so it’s not like I’m Cinderella and he’s my Prince Charming. Luckily, my boss was understanding about me taking the month of December off.Apparently being willing to work every holiday season for the past two years earned me some goodwill. And for a few weeks, I’m going to enjoy living in luxury and being Leo’s freeuse toy—whatever that means, whatever he wants it to mean.
As we pull away from the curb, Leo’s hand settles on my thigh. His touch sears through the thin fabric of my skirt.
“I trust you followed my instructions and got tested?”
“Yes, of course.” I try to keep my voice steady, but it’s difficult with his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, inching higher with each pass. “Came back all clear.”
“Good lass.” His approval does something stupid to my chest. My shoulders relax even as my body winds tighter with anticipation. “I got tested too. I want to feel every inch of your tight pussy with nothing between us.”
Oh god. My pussy floods. I squirm in my seat—yep, my panties are a lost cause. “I want that too,” I whisper, my voice coming out husky. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
He groans, fingers digging into my thigh. “Christ, baby. Keep talking like that and I’ll pull over and take you right here.”
