Chapter Eight - TL

Leo’s gaze flicked toward the kitchen, where Jason stood with his back turned, focused on preparing dinner. He moved with effortless grace, his lean, toned body shifting fluidly with each motion. He had the kind of swimmer’s build Leo liked. Not too much muscle, not too little, just enough to feel solid beneath his hands.

The thought stirred something at the back of Leo’s mind. A flicker of memory. The press of warm skin. The sound of breathy moans. A body writhing beneath him, nails dragging down his back, pleading for more.

Yeah, definitely my type, Leo thought, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to shake off the erotic thoughts creeping in about the twins’ father.

"Papa, watching it?" Sera’s small voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Yes," he answered automatically, not even bothering to correct her. He had given up trying. Both she and Xander were dead set on making him their father, and strangely, the idea didn’t scare him as much as it probably should have.