Page 142 of Snap Shot

My mouth purses, stifling a laugh. “But they all taste the same.”

“Wrong. The orange candy coating tastesorangey. Kinda like those chocolate oranges they sell during the holidays.”

“They're your favorite, eh?”

Indi affirms with a nod.

“Then I should get to work.” I dump out the rest of the box and sort through them, sliding all the orange ones to her side of the table.

She pouts. “Landon. You're gonna make me cry again.”

“That's okay, baby.” I flex a shoulder. “This bad boy isn't only a resting spot for your knees. It's very good at absorbing tears.”

Her foot connects with my shin under the table, but it's not hateful. “Do women really fall for lines like that?” Cold, pointed toes climb up my calf.

“Works on you.” I reach down to grab the teasing thing to place in my lap, then rub down the length of her arch until a sigh escapes from her mouth. When I lighten the touch, she gets ticklish and kicks me away with a playful curse. I take care of the mess and trash the take-out clutter in the kitchen as she does a slo-mo belly flop onto the sectional.

“Here,” I offer, ripping open the box of adhesive heat pads. The backing takes a second to peel off, partially because it's slippery, but mostly because my eyes keep wandering to her swaying ass trying to get into a comfortable position. How am I supposed to pay attention to anything but that?

“Put it on for me?”

My eyes drop to the two dimples straddling her spine when she lowers the waistband. A perfect place for my thumbs to push into while she's on her hands and knees and I'm pushing into—

“Landon?”

“Uh, yeah. Yes. I can do that.” It transfers to her skin easily.

Indi rolls onto her back and lets out a muted groan while rubbing her stomach.

“Still crampy?”

She nods.

I straighten her legs and crawl onto the cushion, putting a knee on either side of her and willing my dick to go into turtle mode.Let me take care of her in peace, villain. He has no intention of listening. Especially not after the way she responds to my thumbs massaging circles into her swollen lower belly. “Feel okay?”

“Mmm.” She nods again through a lengthy exhale and closes her eyes. Her hips arch into the motion, mouth parting and releasing these sounds—fuck—all those content noises are too close to what she sounds like when—

“Landon!” Indi gasps, her hands reaching up to clench around my forearms. “That feels—”

“G-good?”I forcefully swallow the firm lump growing in my throat.

“Sogood,” she gushes.

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.”

“Don't stop.”

As if I'd ever.I increase the pressure until she squirms below me. Her head tips back, soft whines crescendoing into pleasured moans.

“Please.”

“I love it more when you beg.” I groan, savoring how she unravels.

“Landon—oh, God—I'm so—”

No covert exit for He-Man. He sets up shop and thrashes about, trying to poke between her legs in search of friction. A breath hisses through my teeth. “Let go, baby. Come for me like a good girl.”

The simple praise sends her over the edge, short nails biting my skin as her body tremors through the high. I'm as out of breath as she is.

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