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“Every guy in the fucking bar wanted in these shorts.” He grabbed my ass with one hand as he shoved his other down the front of my shorts. “It killed me that I wasn’t with you, that I couldn’t claim you right then and there.”
He swirled his finger around my clit, and I gasped against him. Everything felt heightened. My skin tingled. My heart jackhammered in my chest. My fingers dug into his biceps. My body gave in to the sensations that only Landon Wright elicited. He was a match that struck a fire within me.
“Oh, yeah? Is that why you were willing to throw me over your shoulder?”
“I was willing to do a lot more than that. I would have been perfectly happy with bending this hot ass over the pool table.”
“And here I thought, I was the jealous one,” I told him.
He gently lifted my chin until I looked up into his dark eyes. “You do not have a single thing to be jealous about. You are my one and only.”
I leaned into his embrace and tenderly kissed him.
He was too good to be true. He was proving to be everything I’d ever wanted. It was hard for me not to think that something might happen to change that. Especially with Miranda in town. But here we were, in my bedroom, and he only had eyes for me.
He stripped me out of my shorts, and soon, my tank top followed. Every place that he touched me, my body was scorching. A trail of heat spread straight between my legs. I whimpered at his touch as he leaned me backward onto the bed.
His cock jutted out of his boxer briefs, and he easily freed himself, dropping his underwear to the floor. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him. I stroked him up and down until his eyes glazed over, and he practically ripped my underwear off.
“You don’t want me to finish?” I asked, licking my lips.
“God, yes, but I want inside your pussy more.”
He gripped my hips and pressed the tip of his dick against my opening. I moaned and arched backward. He pushed a little further and then eased out. I thought I was going to explode if he didn’t continue. We’d talked over the weekend about the fact that I was on the pill, but I could still feel him hesitate.
“Landon, please,” I whimpered.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to show him how sure I was. “God, please, fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Landon thrust forward then all the way. Our bodies collided together, roughly and fully. He grabbed my hands and pushed them over my head. Holding them in place, he gripped my hips and started driving into me. All the frustration and tension and jealousy that had bottled up between us seemed to explode in that moment.
Here, we were together.
Here, the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Here, he wasn’t my boss.
We were just two people taking what we could get—to hell with the consequences.
“Oh, fuck, Heidi,” he said, leaning over me to steal a kiss. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Oh God, yes,” I panted.
He picked up his tempo. Our bodies rocked together. And, soon, the bruising pace sent me straight over the edge. I cried out his name into the night as he came with me.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, our lips swollen. And I had never felt better.
“I think I need a shower.”
I giggled unavoidably. “Yes. We both do.”
“Come on, firecracker. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Landon eased out of me, and then we both headed into the shower. Exhaustion settled over my whole body as soon as the hot spray hit my skin. I could have slept for days after that. Landon must have noticed the fight go out of my limbs because he did most of the work. He took his time in lathering up my body with the eucalyptus bath soap I adored. His hands were deft and slippery. He ran his fingers through my long hair and massaged my scalp. It was heavenly, and it made me forget for a little bit longer what was to come later this week. The real reason I was irritated and weary.
