My Boyfriend Defends His Chastity to the Death

Summary

My boyfriend, Leo, was raised so strictly he was practically a saint. Kissing and cuddling were fine, but anything further was strictly off-limits.

It drove me crazy, especially when I could see the dark fire burning in his eyes, see his Adam's apple bob and weave.

I couldn't resist the allure of this perfect, domestic god. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The day it happened, Leo’s twin brother, Jake, was pounding on the bedroom door, his voice a raw, desperate roar, begging me to stop.

Seriously, who acts like such a controlling patriarch these days?