Page 112 of Snap Shot

“Yeah, right.” I lower my eyes, fiddling with the short hairs in the middle of Landon's chest. “Unfortunately, it's not hereditary.” My parents' ideal adds to the longing for something better.

Cupping my chin, his eyes flit from my mouth upward. “You deserve it all, Indi. Someone to love and dote on you. Someone to be the best friend and partner you could dream up.”

My heart lodges itself in my throat and won't go away, no matter how hard I swallow.

Silence cuts through the air like a hot knife. I should've gone home already.

Landon draws a line at the rim of my jaw with his thumb. “Stay the night.”

“I shouldn't.”

He chuckles and hangs his head. “Worth a shot.” The counter edge jabs across my back as he shifts, locking his fingers above my ass to bring us close. He nudges my nose with his. “I'm gonna be on the road soon. You gonna miss me?”

His too-sure, knowing smile is too easy to mess with. Can't let his ego balloon. “Nah.”

Landon pouts at my denial, his concerned brows wrinkling together.

“Between Magic Mike, The Dongshow, Long John Silver, the rose toy, and my little red lippy, I'm covered.”

Landon's jaw goes slack. “Take it back.”

“No.”

Landon pinches my sides with his grasp. “Say you didn't mean it. Tell me nothing and no one makes you feel as good as I do.”

“What's this?” I tease. “Do you have a praise kink, Radek?”

“I don't know, maybe.” His head dips, resting his forehead against mine. “Stay and find out.”

“Landon.”

“Please, Indi?” Those ridiculously blue eyes swirl and plead.

And how am I supposed to say no to that?

“Only until you fall asleep.”

“And what ifyoufall asleep?” A mischievous smile plays on his lips.

“Not happening.”

“But what if? Fifty bucks says you'll be passed out before midnight.”

“Mr. Confident, huh?” I tilt back and cross my arms, but Landon doesn't release me. “I'll do you one better. If I fall asleep here, I'll wake you up by sucking you off.”

“Deal!” His eyes brighten with hope, but he shouldn't be so excited. I had a latte with an extra espresso shot before leaving work. We shake on it. “One more thing. I have an early morning skate tomorrow. If you're in bed when I leave, you have to wear my practice gear.”

The thought makes my stomach lurch. “Yuck. But fine. Can I have something to put on instead of this robe?”

“Got you covered.”

Wearing clothes that smell like him is dizzying. Climbing into his bed is as worrisome as the last time. Having him lying beside me is unreal.

“Cuddle with me,” he whines. “I'll let you be big spoon again.”

I huff. “It's like you want me to leave.”

“Noooo! Don't leave,” he whines again, his eyes drooping with sleep. “I have a bet to win.”

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