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A call came through, and she was shocked to see it was a video call. “Aah!” She threw the phone on the bed again without picking up.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and those dozen things she didn’t like had disappeared somehow. She actually looked kinda…sorta…pretty.
Before she could change her mind, she rushed and picked up the phone, then answered Landon’s video call.
He was sitting at some kind of kitchen table, his elbow resting on the surface, his fist in front of his mouth. She could only see his shoulders, but he clearly wasn’t wearing a shirt. His eyes were lightened.
“Do you want to see what you do to me? Or not?” he asked.
Boldly, she eased the phone back and moved her shoulders this way and that, posing her torso for him.
“Ffuuuuck, Luc,” he said, his eyes glazing over as he stared.
“Show me what I do to you,” she said.
He got this crooked, devilish grin and then leaned back in his chair and panned the phone down his muscular chest, down his flexed six-pack to the waistband of a pair of black sweatpants. With his powerful hand, he pushed the elastic waistband down and exposed the head of his swollen cock, sitting tight against his lower abs.
“Want to watch?” he asked her as he grabbed it.
“No,” she whispered. “I want to feel it.”
He froze, his hand gripped hard around his shaft. He panned back up to his face, and his blond brow was arched up. “Ask for it then.”
“Come. Here.” Even she could hear the order in her tone.
Landon stood suddenly, and the camera shook as he made his way to the door. She could hear the jingle of the keys he took off a key hook, and then he growled out, “I’ll be there soon. Don’t change out of that swimsuit.”
The screen went blank, and she squeaked again as she tossed the phone back onto her unmade bed. Adrenaline dumped into her veins, and she rushed to make her bed and tidy up the house. She could feel herself getting wet just thinking about him coming over here. That video call was so sexy. If he lived on the edge of Saratoga it would take him at least twenty minutes to get here, which left her plenty of time to overthink everything.
Did he like whiskey? She had an unopened bottle that Cadence had gotten her a few weeks ago for her birthday. Gasp! Birthday! Landon had told her yesterday that today was his birthday. Eep! Okay, he was getting poontang for his birthday. Maybe she should make him some dinner? A birthday dinner?
She had frozen pizzas, and pizza rolls, and some old lunch meat. Should she preheat the oven? She didn’t even know! She flew into the bathroom and sniffed at the two perfumes she’d been gifted that she never wore. The second one smelled the best. She spritzed it into the air and then walked through it, coughed, and swatted her hand around to dissipate it. She fluffed up her wild black hair in the mirror and then shook her face, reapplied the red lipstick that he clearly liked, and then checked herself in the full-length mirror again.
She should preheat the oven for pizza rolls. He might be hungry.
She bolted into the kitchen to do just that, but the door flew open and Landon stormed in like a freaking hurricane. The door banked against the wall and slammed closed behind him.
He was still in the low-riding black sweatpants, and still shirtless. He dropped his keys onto the floor and crashed against her, lifting her legs to wrap around him as he drove her toward the bedroom.
He took her right past her painting room, lips moving against hers, and she hugged his neck hard, moaning into his kisses.
His stone-hard erection was pressed just perfectly between her legs, and when he tossed her bodily onto her bed, she gave him a sultry smile.
“Tell me to come here again,” he growled.
Feeling absolutely invincible, Lucia hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bikini and moved them down slightly, teasing. “Come here.”
He slid over her, pushing his sweats down as he did. “Take them off,” he whispered against her ear.
Lucia pushed her bikini bottoms down, and he grabbed them. He ripped them down her ankles and threw them. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to feel you?”
She answered by cupping her breasts and pushing them together in the bikini top. “Too long?”
“Too fucking long,” he said, mesmerized by what she was doing.
He leaned down and bit her wrist gently. “I have a rule, are you ready?”
“Rules are no fun.”
