The Sweetest Fix

by Tessa Bailey

Leo Bexley had walked out in his apron, the top of his head nearly brushing the doorframe, and she’d gotten a zap of static in her fingertips. Followed by her toes and then inward. Straight to her belly button. And that was before he’d spoken in that hibernating-with-a-jar-of-honey voice and it resonated everywhere that counted. As in, her vagina.

“It’s okay,” she breathed, trying not to be obvious about ogling the size of his fingers. So. So big.

“Come on, boss! Give me something. You’re not exactly verbose—” “I can be verbose with her,” Leo said, positive he sounded like an idiot. “For some reason, it’s easier with her. She doesn’t mind the silences or…she doesn’t seem expectant when I’m not saying anything. So it’s not…rushed, I guess. I like talking to her.”

She wasn’t expecting his voice to comfort her so much, but it did.

But while she might have given him the freedom to take charge, he didn’t have any intention of abusing that privilege.

“What do you need now?” Leo asked hoarsely, after he’d succeeded in making her delirious. “You want me to put you on your back and lick it some more?” His palm coasted down over the curve of her buttocks, delving between and petting her sex from behind. “Believe me, I’d already kill for another taste of this sweet little thing.”