Heart Racer by Marian Tee

reached for her glass of wine. “If I’m such a shrew, why are you here?”
    “Because you’re a hot shrew.”
    She sputtered her wine. “Leandro!”
    As she reached for her napkin and patted her lips dry, he said softly, “That’s the second time you’ve said my name.”
    Bobby shrugged uncomfortably. “So?”
    “You tell me.”
    “It’s just a name.” She tried to sound snarky, but she ended up sounding so blasted feminine and weak. So not like the tough chick everyone thought she was.
    His laugh was low, sexy, and mysterious. “You may deny it as much as you want, but I have a feeling I’m right in thinking you do not just call any man by his name.” When her eyes widened, Leandro knew he was spot on and he smiled in deep satisfaction. “That is good. You can only ever call me by my name, no one else.”
    Bobby pursed her lips. She had learned her lesson. She was not going to get into an argument of that nature with him again. He’d only end up kissing her.
    The pursed look on her face was beyond cute. It made Leandro want to kiss it off her lips and turn it into something else. His cock reacted at the thought and he shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. “Bobby,” he said huskily, leaning forward.
    “Y-yes?” She couldn’t help leaning forward, too.
    But before either of them could speak again, there was a knock on the door. “We need an extra pair of hands here! Two kids vomiting, green stuff all over the floor, and another has diarrhea, so there’s poop, too.”
    The mood abruptly changed, and Leandro and Bobby immediately broke apart. Bobby jumped to her feet, unable to meet Leandro’s gaze. “I’m really sorry about this. But I need to go and—” Hands settled on her shoulders, turning her around.  
    And then he kissed her.
    She didn’t even think of struggling this time.  
    What was the point? It was obvious to anyone that she was crazy about Leandro Christopoulos. Her hands climbed up and twined themselves around his neck as she returned his kiss, her head dizzy with the scorching-hot feelings of passion that assaulted her senses. Her body was on fire as Leandro’s hands roamed while he was kissing her, and she inadvertently let out a gasp when she felt his hands moving up to cup her breasts.
    His hands were large, but her breasts were just the tiniest bit larger, and the fact that he couldn’t completely cover them had Leandro so hard and aroused. He knew if he didn’t put a stop to this he would be fucking her then and there, and to hell with everyone waiting for her to take command.
    Leandro knew he had to let her go this very moment. It was the only way to keep himself from getting her naked and horizontal. But before he did that, he had to do one last thing, just one more taste—
    “L-Leandro?” she whispered when their kiss broke off. But not a second passed before she realized that he was making quick work of her blouse. The next thing she knew, her blouse was completely unbuttoned, parting to the sides, and he was unclipping her bra.
    “Le-aaaandroooooo…” His name turned into a moan as he plumped one breast reverently, taking the time to stare at it before he took her nipple into his mouth and started to suck. Hungrily. Like he was starving, and it was only her nipple in his mouth that was keeping him alive.
    Her head rolled back and her nails dug deep into his back. It was so good. It was too good. She wished it wouldn’t stop, and she had to bite her lip hard when he moved to her other breast and did the same, sucking and sucking until her breasts felt so heavy and swollen, her body shaking in his arms.
    Knock, knock, KNOCK!
    “I’m getting desperate here, Bobby!”
    But Leandro didn’t stop sucking on her nipple.
    Oh God.
    She had to swallow several times before she found her voice. “Umm, yes, I…I’m c-coming.” Leandro did not stop sucking, but she could feel his lips stretching…into a smirk. Jerk !  
    “You sure you’re