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heist.
    Chase and the boys had decided that the best place to store their stolen firearms was at Leo’s cabin. It was secluded and as far as they knew, deserted.
    “It’s perfect,” Chase said.
    Leo hesitantly agreed, knowing full well what the decision entailed. He would almost certainly bump into Layla, and when he did, he wasn’t sure how he would react.
    The day of the heist, Leo made sure to arrive at the cabin before the rest of the boys and sure enough, Layla’s Range Rover was parked in its usual spot amongst the trees. It was raining and Leo parked his bike uphill, away from the current of mud and water that was flowing from where the cabin sat, perched in the distance.
    And that’s when he saw her.
    She must have heard him approaching. She was standing a few feet away from him, a look of shock etched across her pretty face. She looked stunning. Leo approached her as she stumbled backwards, falling into a puddle of mud and twisting her ankle in the process.
    Feeling Emily shudder beneath him, Leo pulled himself from his thoughts, bringing his lips crashing down against hers. It was electrifying. Emily tensed, but Leo could feel her slowly beginning to loosen up, relinquishing herself to the invasion.
    If this is what I have to do to make him go away then so be it, Emily thought. But there was a part of her, something buried deeper inside, that didn’t mind it. Kissing Leo brought Emily back to a time in her life when she had felt the freest, long before she had become distracted by her daughter’s fame and fortune.
    Convincing herself that she was only playing a role, Emily kissed Leo back, allowing her tongue to tangle against his. She moaned into his mouth, overcome by the smell of his after shave mixed with a familiar tinge of firewood, gasoline, whiskey and cigarettes. Emily’s eyes fluttered closed. Leo could tell just by looking at her that she was done operating under the pretense that she didn’t want this as much as he did.
    Ever since Leo had slid his way back into her life, ever since she had slapped him across the face and told him to stay away from her and Layla, Emily had found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him again. Even just once.
    With a groan, Leo reached down, unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down around his ankles – followed immediately by his briefs. Emily could feel his cock springing to life against her inner thighs, veiny and throbbing. He was at least eight inches long with a meaty girth and while he wasn’t circumcised, his shiny cock head was on full display to Emily as his foreskin retracted.
    Emily reached down, wrapping her hand around Leo’s exposed sex as he groaned in approval. “Fuck,” he whispered.
    With shaking hands, Emily began to pump him, the silky barrier of his foreskin sliding back and forth against his shaft. Overcome by pleasure, Leo braced himself with one hand against the wall, bringing the other between Emily’s legs.
    “I want to feel you,” he groaned. Emily tensed her legs in surprise. “I want to be looking at it when I come.”
     “Ok,” Emily panted, lifting her hips off the bed and allowing Leo to pull off the soft barrier of her panties. He dragged them downwards, tossing them to the ground. Then, he eased two firm fingers inside of Emily’s damp womanhood, sliding them in and out to match the way she was stroking him.
    It didn’t take long for the aroma of sex to fill Emily’s bedroom. She bucked against Leo’s hand as he eased a third finger inside of her slit, massaging her erect clit with the pad of his thumb. “Oh god,” she moaned, gripping his cock harder in her hand. Emily had been with a lot of men over the years, but none of them ever touched her the way Leo did. Not even Stephen. She could feel her orgasm building in her loins and grasped at Leo’s hair, a soft mew of pleasure escaping her lips as she rode the wave.
    Emily’s legs began to spasm and she arched her back, thrusting her