Interruption
"Many more times, please…" Cassidy breathed softly, her arms holding tightly about Leon's shoulders as if she could pin herself to him eternally. Her lips quivered with a half-smile, half-beg. Her cheeks were flushed as hot coals.
Leon laughed deep in his throat, softly kissing her puffed lips. "Greedy," he whispered tenderly, but his tone was filled with warmth instead of rebuke.
When their lips finally separated, both were gasping, beads of sweat forming across their unclothed skin. For an instant, neither of them said anything—they simply stared at one another, and then, as if thinking the same unspoken thing, both burst out laughing. The rigidity relaxed into something humorous, almost childish, and Cassidy hid her smile by covering her mouth and Leon shook his head in mock irritation.
But before they could settle into their laughter, a voice pierced the room—tart, abrupt, shocking.
"Master!"
