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She unlocked the door, numbly standing aside as Landon entered and locked the door once more.
“We don’t have a lot of time.”
Sunnie stared at him, not realizing her mouth was hanging open until he pushed his finger below her chin, closing it.
“Your decision, Sunshine. Admit you were bluffing, that you were trying to get me to walk away from the plan—or take off your panties. Which way is this going down?”
She wished he hadn’t used the words going down. Because she’d been on a diet a lot longer than a few months. Truth was, she’d been going hungry for more than a year, though she’d never admit that to Landon.
Sunnie had never been accused of overthinking anything. There was a hot cop standing in front of her offering orgasms. It felt like a no-brainer.
She lifted her short skirt and tugged her panties down, kicking them off before throwing him a challenging glare. “I dare you.”
It was a standard line, one the two of them had probably thrown at each other a million times in the past twenty years.
Landon was better at resisting dares than she or Finn. He was always the Boy Scout, the one to consider the consequences before acting. While she and Finn were jumping off garage roofs and eating bugs and doing countless other ridiculous, reckless things, Landon made his decision to follow through based on whether or not he thought he could do it, get away with it…or you know…not get killed.
This time, he never missed a beat, never paused. He gripped her waist, pushing her toward the sink. Once there, he turned her toward the mirror, pressed her forward over the counter, making sure she saw his face as he nudged her ankles apart with his foot, lifted her skirt, and smoothed his fingers along her slit from clit to anus.
She gasped, her head falling forward.
Landon threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her head up until her gaze met his in the mirror.
“Don’t look away. I want you to know exactly who’s touching you.”
She shivered at the dark, sexy-as-hell tone of his voice, even though she’d prefer to close her eyes. Facing him only reminded her who she was with and why this was a really bad idea.
“Landon,” she whispered, trying to figure out if she should give this victory to him and walk away, or tell him to hurry the hell up.
He took the decision away from her, pressing two fingers inside her, straight to the hilt, as his other hand remained in her hair, the tension on her scalp turning her on in ways she couldn’t begin to deal with.
Landon began thrusting his fingers in and out—first just the two, and then three. Every now and then, he’d stop, withdraw, and apply the most perfect amount of pressure to her clit. Her hips began to move, pushing back on every inward thrust. Their gazes never disconnected, and she could read the sheer determination on his face.
She’d asked for an orgasm, and by God, he fully intended to give her one.
“Unbutton the top few buttons on your blouse, Sunshine. Let me see your tits.”
Sunnie reacted to the demand, wondering if he’d somehow hypnotized her. She freed the buttons, drawing the material apart to give him a bird’s-eye view of her cleavage in the mirror.
He started thrusting harder, faster, and her eyes closed of their own volition as her climax approached.
“Oh my God,” she gasped as her pussy clenched. She was so damn close.
“Do it, Sunnie. Come on my fingers, babe. Let me feel it. You’re so tight…so goddamn tight.” He followed up his amazing dirty talk with another stroke to her clit, then he sank the first knuckle of his index finger into her ass.
Sunnie was a goner. She jerked roughly, her lungs burning as she fought to hold in her cries of pleasure. She’d never been a screamer in bed, but damn…
Even out of her mind, she was vaguely cognizant of their surroundings. They were in the restroom of a very ritzy restaurant. Unfortunately, that just turned her on more.
She trembled as her orgasm started to wane. Landon’s fingers disappeared, and then she heard the sound of running water as he washed his hands.
Sunnie couldn’t look at him. She was too afraid to raise her eyes and see what he was thinking, how he was feeling.
She was a blob of rubber, her legs weak, her insides shivery, her heart racing.
He’d won this round.
Jesus—he might have already won the whole damn war.
