Free Heart Racer by Marian Tee Page B

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    Bobby saw concern briefly cross Leandro’s face and she knew that he had realized how close she was to losing control.
    And then—
    Her eyes widened.
    Leandro blew her a kiss.
    Screams burst out from the women in the crowd, but Bobby ended up bursting into laughter. It was the mushiest thing he could have done – something Leandro Christopoulos as the world knew him would never have done – but he had done it. He had done it even though she was pretty sure he would consider it the least manly thing he had ever done in his life. He had done it – for her.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Bobby re-read Leandro’s messages on her phone as a way of calming her racing heartbeat while she took the stairs.
    Leandro : What do you mean we can’t see each other tonight? You practically had a date with Kellion, and now you’re telling me I can’t fucking see you?
    Bobby: I didn’t have a date with Kellion. I asked him to accompany me so I could drool over your amazingness.
    Leandro : I can feel your sarcasm even from here, mégaira.
    Bobby: We are soooo connected it’s uncanny.
    Leandro: I’m coming over.
    Bobby: No! Trust me – I have stuff to do tonight, okay? But we’ll see each other tomorrow. I promise.
    Leandro: You better have a good explanation for this tomorrow.
    Bobby: Good night. See you tomorrow.
    Leandro: A really good explanation or I’m going to kill you for torturing me needlessly.
    Her lips quirked at the threat and Leandro’s last message for the night. Was the fact that she was going to sneak into his room naked good enough?
    A pair of bodyguards was, as Derek Christopoulos had warned her, indeed stationed outside Leandro’s room, but they let her in without a word, having already been instructed to do so by Derek.
    “Thanks,” she mumbled awkwardly without looking at either of them. She was too embarrassed, knowing that they wouldn’t have a hard time guessing what she was here for.
    The door closed soundlessly behind her.
    The room was dark. It was a lot larger than her dorm room, but then she was merely one of the many rich students of the university while Leandro was a Christopoulos himself. She silently crossed his living room to get to his bedroom, the door thankfully unlocked as well.
    It was also completely dark inside, but the sliver of moonlight that streamed into the room from the window allowed Bobby to see Leandro lying on his stomach. He was bare-chested…and as naked as her, with the blankets exposing the upper slope of his tight buttocks.
    She gulped. A part of her urged her to go back and forget about it, but Bobby knew if she did that, she would never find the courage to do it again. Bobby untied her trench coat as quietly as she could and let it slip to the carpeted floor.
    She tiptoed to the bed and gingerly placed one knee on it, the mattress dipping under her added weight.
    Leandro woke up instantly, knowing that someone was getting into bed with him. He swiftly rolled to his back and froze.
    Bobby had one knee on the bed, bent over him, her breasts dangling over his head. Acute embarrassment was painted on her face.
    He said hoarsely, “ Bobby ?”
    She said weakly, “Surprise.”
    He couldn’t believe it. “Is it really you?”
    To hide her growing embarrassment, Bobby retorted gruffly, “Who else would be getting into bed with you?”
    In answer, he lifted himself slightly, leaning his weight on his elbows. And without any warning, he took one nipple into his mouth, his lips closing over it like a temptingly sweet fruit that he could no longer resist devouring.
    A moan of surprised pleasure came out of Bobby.
    The taste was sweet and familiar. He released her nipple to groan, “It is you.”
    When he sucked harder, her body melted, and she fell onto him with a gasp. He groaned again with even greater pleasure, his hands automatically clasping her waist as he lifted her slightly in the air so he could kick the covers away.
    When he settled her down, she was a perfect