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Landon rolled on a condom and returned his attention to me. The way he grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my skin, made me giggle-gasp, and he flipped me onto my stomach with almost no effort.
I liked that, too.
A lot.
He lightly slapped my ass. “On your hands and knees.”
Um… Okay. I should hate the bossiness. Being told what to do, complying, was what got me into the mess this morning. Always trying my damndest to do what would make others happy.
But I felt like with Landon if I told himno, he’d stop. And that made me want to tell himyesagain and again. I climbed onto my hands and knees.
He slapped my ass again, harder this time. And again. And again. One cheek and then the other, until my skin was half tingling, half numb. He glided his hand along my bare ass, and dipped his fingers between my legs. The light tease made me sigh.
“Still wet. Good.”
How could I not be, with the attention he was giving me and the appreciation in his voice?
He gripped my hips, and when the head of his cock nudged my opening, my entire body clenched. He teased, sliding in just enough to stretch me out, before withdrawing again.
Landon’s penetration, when he gave a single hard thrust, was…holy wow. And then he was fucking me hard. Frantically. Teasing my clit. Stroking me while he hammered inside me until climax built in me again.
As I hit that peak, while I was still in the throes of orgasm, he pulled me up and into him, and cupped my breasts. The way he pinched my nipples while he managed to still pound me drew out my pleasure.
Nigel’s groans mingled with my cries. He was as loud as I was. Grunting. Sounding so much better than he ever had when he came in my fantasies.
Landon was groaning too. Louder. More punctuated. He moved his hands to my stomach and then my hips. This time I was pretty sure he was going to mark me with his grip. I hoped so.
The way his body slammed into mine, the stutter in his breath, told me he was coming too.
As the frantic thrusting slowed, as he was spent and so was I, he dropped his hand. His fingers grazed my clit, which made me clench and shudder, and I felt him do the same behind me.
“Wow.” Did I say that out loud or just in my head?
Landon kissed the back of my neck. “Good word.”
Out loud, apparently. As we relaxed and untangled ourselves, I got a better view of Nigel. He looked as sated as I felt. Cum stained his jacket, and he was lounged in the chair, softening cock still in his hand, watching us with a lazy smile on his face.
He met my gaze. “Not as good as doing it myself, butGodI like watching you get fucked. Instant top of my fetish list.”
“Me too.” Did I really just say that? Yup. Apparently so.
We cleaned up, and Landon collapsed next to me on the bed.
I lay on my back, head on Landon’s arm, side pressed into his. Nigel was at the foot of the bed, head on my legs and feet on the floor.
“I’m sorry your marriage didn’t work out.” Landon’s comment came out of nowhere. He didn’t sound sorry.
Losing Easton didn’t hurt the way I thought it should. How long had I been waiting for things to fall apart with him? Was I really as relieved as I was hurt? “Better I find out now, right?”
“He didn’t deserve you. He never deserved you,” Nigel said.
Landon’s chuckle rumbled through me. “Something tells me you say that about every guy she’s been with.”
“I do, and I’m right.” Did Nigel’s resolve apply to him as well, or just everyotherguy?
“Heh.” Landon huffed. “Bucket list, huh? As in, sexy bucket list, based on number 42?”
Maybe pursuing a list I made when I was a kid was a bad idea, but the longer I thought about it, the more I liked it. How many opportunities had I missed out on because I thought it was better to comply? Part of me hated the idea of doing anything so selfish as going down my own bucket list, but it would be okay, wouldn’t it?
