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As the high peters out, he propels himself out of the water, too. A condom and the cock ring meet at the base of his now engorged third leg, waving at me to join.

“You gonna keep staring at it or come over here and sit on it?”

Onto his lap I go, the haze of my orgasm washing away any inhibitions of being outside. I gasp into his open mouth as he fills me to the hilt. We sink back down into the water, indulging in a series of tongue-filled kisses. My hips rock and circle, desperate to keep the buzzing toy against my throbbing clit.

Three orgasms later, I almost don't remember the reason for my sullen mood. Almost.

Landon helps me into a robe after a rinse in the shower, his embrace warmer than the heated terrycloth. “What's on your mind?”

My mouth tugs to one side. “Sometimes I don't know who I am or what I want anymore.”

“What do you mean?” He frees some trapped hair from under my collar.

“Like, who am I these days?”

“You're Indira Davé, badass attorney and bewitcher of a devilishly good-looking professional hockey player.”

My eyes roll. “Don't remind me. That's what started all this.” I pause. “Theresa wants me as a partner at the firm.”

He gapes. “That's amazing! Proud of you, baby.”

“Thanks.” I frown. “It's what I thought I wanted. Weirdly enough, it doesn't feel right.”

I'm good at it. I'm good at making the winning argument. I'm good at advocating for the justice of my clients. Being partner doesn't mean that would stop. So why is it so difficult to accept?

“Listen to me.” His fingers find the crook of my chin. “You're so much more than your job. You're insanely smart, funny as hell, and a fiercely loyal friend. You protect and spoil your sisters and adore your parents. You're good at everything you do: reading dirty books, making chocolate bars with inappropriate messages, sucking my co—”

“Shhh.” I headbutt his chest. “I'm trying to be serious.”

“What? It's true.” He kisses the top of my hair. “Sorry. Go on.”

“I can't help but feel a little lost. I never expected an existential crisis in my late twenties. I don't know what I want anymore.”

His heart beats steadily against my ear.

“Except you.”

Landon heaves out a long breath and holds me tighter. “You already have me, baby.”

“What if I don't want to be a partner? What if I don't want to be a lawyer?”

“You'll do great at whatever you decide. I'm here to cheer you on. We all are.” Those tender pink lips pelt my cheeks, eyes, and nose with silent kisses.

“Thank you.”

His thumb grazes the curve of my lower lip. “Is there something else?”

I cringe. “My parents. Now that they think I'm taking the promotion, they want me to focus on getting married. It's, like, a desi thing. The next step in life or whatever.”

“Indi.” This sweet man chuckles from deep in his gut. It's warm and welcoming and I want to wear it like a blanket while I await his perfect response. He always seems to know what to say to erase my anxiety. “You don't have to worry about that. I don't wanna get married.”

Landon says it so casually, so off-the-cuff, he doesn't notice how those six words shatter my unsuspecting heart.

Chapter 47: I Thought You Knew

Landon

Light drains from Indi's bright, round eyes. She blinks out of it and tries to play it off. “Very funny, Duke of Hastings.”

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