Kellion by Marian Tee

thought that they could hear them – and they would know it was her Leandro Christopoulos was fucking – was so shockingly sexual that it pushed her over the edge. “Leandro!”
    When she broke apart in his arms with a keening cry, Leandro lost all vestiges of control, thrusting in and out of her, his hips pumping furiously over her. And then he was coming, his seed bursting out of him as he roared his release.
    He looked down at her as he came, and the look on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. This girl had risked what he could not risk because she loved him. She truly loved him.  
    He whispered, “I love you, mégaira. ”  
    She whispered, “I love you, kópanos .”
    Leandro grinned. Only Bobby…only Bobby would say something like that.
    She had said, I love you…jerk.
    And somehow, by doing it, she had made it more real, made the words more heartbreakingly precious. At that moment, Leandro knew what started as a pretense was now the truth. He did love her, and he wouldn’t know how he would survive if she left him.

Chapter Fourteen
     
    “You can’t be serious.” Bobby muttered the words between her lips while she tried to keep her smile. A professional photographer was taking their picture, which would be on the front cover of Sports Illustrated.
    Leandro had been dead set against the shoot, but when she found out from Aunt Samantha that it could be used to help boost the Greek public’s confidence in him, Bobby knew she would do whatever it took to get Leandro to agree to the shoot.  
    Personally, she didn’t get what was wrong with it. All the photographer wanted was for her to have her hair loose while she wore her glasses, a frilly long-sleeved shirt, and a skirt that was well below her knees. Of course, the fact that she had to sit on his lap while he was astride his bike was a little suggestive, but Bobby told herself it was necessary. It was Sports Illustrated, and the more copies sold meant more people in Greece would find out that Leandro Christopoulos was a changed man.
    Or at least she hoped that was how it would work out…if they ever did finish the shoot. And that meant she had to convince Leandro not to beat the director into a bloody pulp.
    “He’s been looking at you the wrong way,” Leandro said tightly to his one-week-old girlfriend.
    “Keep smiling, Leandro,” Mick was saying.
    He bared his teeth, hoping the other man would get the message. If Mick ordered him around one more time, that was it. He was going to smack him down.
    But Mick did get the message and said hastily, “That’s great.” He returned his attention to Bobby, who was undeniably one of the sexiest women he had ever captured on camera. There was something so incredibly sensual about her, and the fact that she was covered up like a damn nun only made her seem sexier.
    “You need to bend forward more and hold the throttle.”
    “Don’t,” Leandro gritted.
    Bobby ignored it. “Like this?” She held on to the throttle, bending forward, not realizing that it made the scooped neckline of her frilly blouse move lower and reveal more of her ample breasts.
    But Leandro realized it, and he stiffened.
    Mick forgot all about being careful, his attention zeroing in on the flesh peeking out of Bobby’s blouse. He licked his lips. “Umm, yes, but I think you should…” He moved forward like an entranced zombie.
    Leandro struggled to keep an even tone as he whispered to Bobby, “I’m not wearing my glasses, so I can’t see that well. Could you check the crowd and see if any of the other club members are here?”
    “Okay.” Bobby looked away and searched the crowd for Leandro’s biker friends.
    Mick reached their side. He opened his mouth to speak to Bobby but a wheeze of pain escaped him instead when Leandro Christopoulos suddenly gripped his fingers and crushed them in his hands.
    “I’m going to give you only one fair warning, bastard. You do not look at Bobby the wrong way after this.