Page 171 of Snap Shot

The group splits: Wagner, Tryon, and the PR reps in a car, Bea and Theresa in a cab, while Landon leads me to the limo his team arrived in.

“Walk. I told them I had to speak with you in private.” He greets the driver, casual as ever.

My chest is about to fold over on itself. How can he be so calm?

“Hey, Patrick. Mind taking me home?”

Patrick lifts two fingers in a silentmessage received.

“What're you listening to these days?”

“I tend to stick to holiday music this time of year, sir.”

“Perfect. Have at it, my man. Turn it up as loud as you'd like. There's something I need to discuss with my attorney.” Patrick nods from the rearview mirror's reflection and hits the button to lift the soundproof divider.

My eyes burn and I shut them tight, willing the onslaught of emotion away.

Landon's broad palm on my leg slows my runaway breaths. “That was brilliant. I knew you were smart, but,fuck, baby. You're spectacular. Seeing you in action…” He puffs out a breath and reaches to clasp my hand.

“I'm scary, eh?”

“Not even close.” His hand pulls mine into his lap, shifting it over the blatant, stiff bulge. “It made me so hard.” Barely giving me time to gape, he pivots to the limo floor, sinking down until he kneels between my bent legs. “Watching you put those assholes in their place was hot as fuck.” The deep pink point of his tongue swipes at his full bottom lip, a devoted gleam in his lust-filled gaze. “Took my fucking breath away.”

My thighs go stiff under his feather-light caress, his nose grazing up the inseam of my pants. He stops at the clip holding the suit slacks closed. “Can I take yours away now?”

I blame the stress for saying yes, and before I can rethink, my pants are at my ankles, my knees are hooked over his shoulder, one hand buried in Landon's hair and the other's wrist straining within the limo's hanging overhead handle. His hot mouth ravaging my wet center sends me barreling through an orgasm, so explosive and unrestrained, I go limp in his arms immediately after the high ends.

Landon kisses the sweaty baby hairs framing my forehead and wipes me down with one of the complimentary hot towels. I fix my hair and makeup in the dropdown mirror as his kisses continue down my neck. He only stops with a short peck under my jaw when we pull up to his building. “I'm gonna need you to come upstairs” —his groan wafting past my ear, hips lifting to adjust the scrunching of his pants— “and suck the life out of my cock.”

I do.

His arms twine around my hips as I check our calendars for the next week. “You've got road games until next Thursday and I'm out of town for a long weekend.”

“Where ya goin'?”

“Snow tubing with the girls.” I toss our phones next to where Landon sits at the edge of his bed. “We always do something adventurous to celebrate Gabe's mom.”

“Sounds fun. It's her birthday?”

“Death anniversary. Or it was a month ago, but Gabe wasn't able to get away.”

“Oh.”

“It's a tough season, you know? Fall and winter have all the holidays. She has her dad, and she was really little when it happened, but still. There's, like, family stuff going on everywhere and we get together at Diwali, but I've been planning these trips every year since we roomed together at uni.”

Landon lets out a content hum at the inadvertent strokes my fingers leave against his beard-covered jawline.

“It gets harder to coordinate as we get older, but I don't wanna give up the tradition yet.”

“I admire you more today than I ever have.” Blue eyes soften into mine. “And I don't know if I've said so, but you were already up there.”

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An unpredicted storm traps us at our lodge on the Adirondacks. We lucked out and arrived the night before it hit, but they won't open the slopes until the snowfall slows.

Gabe pokes at the fire, which hisses and crackles in reply. Sheena hands out spiked hot chocolates in the cabin's campfire mugs to Gabe, then Bea in the leather armchair. She sheds the serving tray on a side table and gives me a mug before settling into the opposite end of the L-shaped couch.

After the first sip, I feel watched. And I'm right. They're all staring at me. “What?”

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