Chapter 317: Flirty Leo
Leo
When I finally returned to our villa—the one the SFE management had prepared specifically for us, the sky was already bleeding into a bruised, late-afternoon purple.
In just a few hours, the entire cohort of couples on the island would be gathered around the central bonfire for the synchronized dancing event, along with a few other mandatory communal activities.
This specific evening was the single milestone I had actually been looking forward to ever since we set foot on this island.
More importantly, it was the designated weekly window where the communication jamming was lifted, granting us exactly sixty minutes to patch a secure, encrypted line back home.
I had already used my previous allowances to speak to my mothers twice, but I was absolutely dying to hear an actual update from Kayden and Rhys. Miller and I had meticulously coordinated our schedules earlier so that the exact second I returned from my individual therapy session, we would initiate a four-way video chat before heading out to the bonfire assembly.
Naturally, this protocol was strictly enforced by the SFE security treaty: one outbound transmission every weekend, capped at precisely one hour. The last time we attempted to establish a connection, Kayden and Rhys hadn’t picked up the signal.
The entire sixty-minute window had ticked away into dead air—a complete waste of resources that left my schedule entirely compromised.
I was severely hoping they would have the decency to answer this time instead of squandering my time like last weekend.
The villa itself was pure luxury, but built with that modern opulence meant to pacify wealthy Enigmas in hiding. The architecture favored polished black marble floors that reflected the light like glass, massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls that looked directly out over a private, camouflaged beach cove, and minimalist furniture that felt more like a five-star medical resort than an actual home.
"Miller?" I called out as I walked through the grand foyer, entering the expansive living room.
I flopped straight onto the heavy leather couch to catch my breath, throwing my head back against the cushions while staring up at a massive, geometric crystal chandelier that refracted the dying sunlight across the ceiling.
No response.
"Miller?" I called out a second time, my voice bouncing off the high, hollow walls. "Where the hell are you?"
Was he out? The probability was exceptionally low given the strict itinerary of the treaty. Where could he have possibly gone on this locked-down island without alerting me?
I pushed myself off the couch and walked across the cold marble, taking the floating stairs up to where our primary bedroom was located.
When I entered the suite, the space was completely vacant, but his distinct, grounding scent—that rich trace of cedarwood—still lingered heavily in the air currents.
"Miller, where are you?" I called out again, looking around.
Then, the muffled sound of rushing water echoed from the en-suite bathroom. I pushed the heavy door open and found him standing directly in front of the vanity. He was staring into the illuminated mirror, methodically scraping a razor through the shaving cream on his jawline before rinsing the blade under the tap.
"There you are," I said, the tension in my shoulders finally relaxing. I unzipped my leather jacket, shedding the heavy layer and dumping it carelessly onto the tiled floor before stepping fully into the bathroom space.
Miller caught my eyes in the reflection of the glass and smiled, a slow, easy expression. "Oh, you’re back," he said, grabbing a clean white towel to wipe the remaining foam off his face.
I nodded, leaning my hip against the counter.
"How was the session?"
"Incredible," I muttered, my gaze already migrating downward. My eyes tracked the hard, well-sculpted contours of his torso, the broad expanse of his chest, his defined abs, and the sharp drop of his V-lines where the musculature disappeared beneath the white towel wrapped tightly around his waist.
I let out an audible sigh of disappointment that the view was partially obstructed.
Miller didn’t seem to notice that I was conducting a thorough evaluation of his body as his attention was back on the mirror, slowly wiping his face dry. "Is everything alright, Leo?"
"Your current physical state is causing an acute spike in my heart rate," I muttered, adjusting my glasses against the bridge of my nose. "To put it in basic normal terms, Miller, your physique is driving me completely crazy right now. My cognitive functions are entirely compromised."
Miller let out a low laugh, turning away from the mirror to face me fully, and flicked a finger sharply against my forehead. "Oh, stop with your medical jargons. You should take a rest since you just got back from a heavy session, while I finish running the bath and join you."
I gave him a questioning look, my brows drawing tight. I had fully expected him to take the hint and invite me into the tub, but Miller looked entirely focused on the schedule.
Unfortunately for him, there was absolutely no scenario where I was leaving this bathroom after seeing how veiny his arms and chest were right now.
"You know," I said, smacking my lips lightly as I closed the distance between us, offering a deliberate wink. "I could assist you with a hair wash. The structural mechanics of your reach make it highly improbable that you’ll cleanse your scalp properly on your own."
Miller chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped over the edge into the deep, recessed tub. "Oh, please, Leo. There you go again with the rationalizations. I wash my hair just fine. If we both decide to get in that tub together, I know exactly how the math works out. We will spend the rest of the hours pressed against the tile walls while the water cascades down our bodies—me inside you, you inside me—and then we’ll completely miss the transmission window. I really need to speak to Rhys about what’s going on out there back home."
I frowned, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "Fuck Rhys Calder."
He laughed again, reaching out to gently push my hip toward the door, but I remained rooted to the spot not taking another step.
"It is a basic hair wash, Miller. It builds interpersonal intimacy," I argued, rapidly fabricating a quote on the spot. "As the old medical proverb goes: The couple that cleanses each other’s follicles establishes a neurological synchronization that anchors the relationship treaty."
"I know for an absolute fact you just formed that quote on your own," Miller said, pointing an accusing, wet finger directly at my chest.
"I am Leo, remember? Coming up with complex theories and naming things is what I do best," I said, winking yet again at him.
Miller laughed, throwing his head back, and finally nodded in defeat. "Alright. Just the hair wash. And if you try anything else, I am sending you straight out of this room."
"I certainly hope so," I responded.
I immediately reached for the top button of my shirt, working my way down the front. Miller gave me a highly suspicious look as the fabric dropped, his eyes narrowing.
"You explicitly said it was just a hair wash. Why are you getting naked?"
"A proper hair wash," I paused, unbuckling my leather belt and letting it drop with a heavy clatter to the floor, "requires deep washing. The hydro-dynamics of the shower head mean water is going to splash everywhere, and I wouldn’t want to get my clothes wet. Although, I wouldn’t mind getting wet in my..."
I leaned closer over the edge of the tub, pulling down my trousers followed by my briefs in one fluid motion until I was completely naked in front of him, my erection fully on display. "...in my hole."
Miller shivered, his pupils dilating instantly before a dark grin broke across his face. He didn’t say another word; he simply turned toward the center of the tub, sinking deeper into the warm water. Once he was submerged to his chest, he rolled his head back against the contoured rim so I could get to work.
I grabbed the detachable shower head, setting the pressure to a warm, steady stream, and thoroughly soaked his thick hair. I ensured the water saturated every strand before reaching for the bottle of shampoo. Pouring a generous amount into my palms, I dug my fingers deep into his scalp, massaging the muscles at the base of his skull with a firm, rhythmic pressure while staring directly down into his heavy eyes.
"How does that feel?" I asked, looking down at his face.
"Good," he muttered, his voice dropping into a low rumble.
"Only I can give you that specific level of decompression, Miller."
"I feel like you are purposely seducing me right now," Miller murmured, his eyes scanning the naked lines of my body standing directly over him. "Giving me a whole damn strip show. Were you given a specific mission by your coach to see if I can be seduced or not?"
"My coach?" I shook my head, keeping my fingers moving firmly through his hair to work the soap into a thick lather. "I didn’t get any mission. Is it inherently bad that I want to wash your hair?"
"Well, you are completely naked while doing it."
"Water splashes everywhere, babe. It’s simple physics."
"You are a total menace, Doc."
"Only for you," I whispered.
I set the shower head down against the ledge, leaned in close, and crashed my lips against his. At the exact same time, I reached beneath the surface of the water, grabbing one of his wet hands and forcing his palm directly over my fully erected cock. "We can easily spare thirty minutes out of the hour, can’t we?"
Miller tried to speak immediately, his breath hitching against my cheek. "We have to call—"
I effectively shut him up, crashing my mouth back down onto his. I bit down sharply on his lower lip, drawing a low, ragged groan from his throat, and drove my tongue deep into his mouth, sucking his tongue and tasting the intense heat of his reaction.
"Leo... you..."
Every single time he tried to voice another protest, I swallowed the words with another deep, sucking kiss. I didn’t give him a single second to breathe or rationalize.
I stepped straight into the tub, the warm water rising around my thighs as I sat directly atop his lap, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. I straddled him completely, my mouth dominating his, biting and sucking his lips while his hands gripped my waist fiercely, digging into my skin.
When we finally broke apart, Miller was panting hard, his broad chest heaving heavily against mine, his eyes dark with an entirely altered intent.
"So, what were you saying about that thirty minutes?" he asked, his voice rough and gravelly as he suddenly gripped my hips and flipped me around against the edge of the tub. He hooked a heavy hand under my thigh, raising my hips high, and drove his finger straight into my slick hole.
"I said thirty," I whispered in a sultry tone, shifting my weight to rub our cocks together under the water. "Make the absolute most of it."