Chapter 53
Chapter 53:
Once again, the pug brought me back to reality with a bark. Leland kneeled to rub its ear, and the slightly overweight pug, Princess, wagged its tail before strutting back toward the kitchen. I assumed the little dog was off to get his dinner.
“Why don’t you take a seat and make yourself at home?” Leland suggested, guiding me to the living room. It was modern and spacious, yet far from neat.
There were no pictures, except for a few of him and Princess.
The floor-to-ceiling bookcase was cluttered with books—many of which I didn’t even recognize. Stacks of papers, folders, and envelopes covered the coffee table. Empty cups scattered around, and the trash bin was overflowing with takeaway coffee cups.
If I hadn’t seen him drinking beer at the club, I would have sworn he drank coffee exclusively. He had certainly been truthful about working long hours—though it seemed those hours included his downtime at home as well.
“Sorry about that, um… and these too,” Leland said quickly, reaching for the cups and carrying them to the kitchen.
“Leland, you don’t have to…” I started, but I decided to help him with one last cup and followed him into the kitchen.
He took the empty cup from my hand, stepping into my personal space. “No, I don’t, but I do need to do this,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. His hand snaked around me, shamelessly grabbing my ass as his mouth claimed mine.
“Bedroom?” I asked, almost pleading as I waited for his answer.
“Eager, are we?” he teased. I stepped back a little, my fingers already attempting to unbutton his shirt in my excitement.
“I’ve got to work in the morning, so…” I trailed off.
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Come on, this way,” he said, pulling away. “Wait, I need to let Princess back inside.” Leland walked to the back door and opened it for the little pug. Princess trotted in and ignored us, heading straight to his plush doggie bed under the mantle.
“That dog of yours is such a diva, isn’t he?” I laughed, watching the pug settle in.
Leland laughed, telling me that Princess was a sassy pug and that I hadn’t seen anything yet. “Come on, it’s almost bedtime, and I’m not getting any younger.” He was downplaying it—he didn’t look a day over forty, probably early forties. Leland tugged at my hand, leading me upstairs toward his bedroom.
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Clothes began to pile on the floor as we continued kissing. We pressed against each other, our bodies growing more eager until we were both naked. He told me to get in his bed. He was on top of me, my legs spread wide, and I couldn’t help but blush from the sudden exposure of my nakedness. I should have been used to it by now, but somehow it always made me feel vulnerable. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ~net
“Remy, you’re so damn sexy,” he practically growled, and my body responded instantly to his obvious desire. Leland reached for his bedside table for condoms and lube while I grew impatient for the next step. My hand instinctively trailed down to stroke his cock, and the older man let out a sexy moan, as if he hadn’t been doing this for a while.
“It’s been too long,” he confessed, his words confirming what I had suspected moments before.
“How do you want me?” I asked, eager to please him.
“Flat on your stomach, and spread your legs for me.” He kissed me one more time before positioning me as if I was about to get a back massage. I rested my cheek on my folded hands and smiled at him, but quickly moaned when his fingers slipped between my ass cheeks, giving me a different kind of pleasure. I instinctively raised my hips, but he chuckled and pushed me back down. “Easy there, buddy. We’ve got time p>