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Landon wastes no time stealing from my wetness and slathering it over his length, giving it a pink sheen. “Go on,” he suggests. “Touch me.”

His hand envelopes mine, the ring of my fist barely fitting around his heavy cock as he pushes into it. He growls and groans into my ear. “I'm gonna fuck your hand now. Fuck yourself with mine.”

A string of my confirmingyeseswhisper out as we buck and grind, syncing into a galloping rhythm while suppressed, tortured sounds—mine against his hand and his into my skin—continue until the peak approaches. His mouth doles out unceasing, tongue-filled kisses. Combined with the speed of his thumb against my clit and fingers hammering in and out, I shatter into a million fragments, a cry dying within my throat as tears form.

My hands stretch to find support as I fall forward against the desk, inadvertently abandoning my grip around Landon. One last, shaky groan from behind precedes the hot streams of his release onto my back, soaking through my shirt and searing my skin.

My senses return. I laugh through the remaining high as Landon reclaims my midsection with his limbs, pelting kisses over my naked shoulder and neck.

“Fuckingphenomenal.” He chuckles back, his palm spreading the liquid further over my blouse.

“You're ruining it. This is silk!” I detach the sticky fabric and rebutton the front, then fumble to find my footing while shrugging on a blazer to hide the evidence. My dry-cleaning bill keeps getting bigger.

“Worth it.” Landon tucks himself back in. How does it fit into pants? That thing should have its own pair of pants.“I totally won.”

“You owe me a new shirt, Radek,” I snap. “We never decided on betting terms.”

“I’ll think of something.”

We stagger our exits. He takes the side stairwell to evade questioning. I use the elevators to leave through the main lobby, waving security off with a polite smile.

The next morning, a courier delivers a package to my door as I get dressed for work. I open the black box and unwrap matching tissue paper to find a white silk shirt with a handwritten note.You're welcome, it reads.

When I go to try it on, a card careens to the floor, revealing another scrawled note on the back:I won, fair and square. Can't wait to collect my prize.

Chapter 23: Simon Says

Landon

Fucking fantastic.

Twenty out of ten, highly recommend fingerfucking your hot-ass lawyer in her office. Cannot recommend it enough. Best hand job I've ever had. And Indi did it while squeezing the life out of my fingers. They'd gone numb from the lack of circulation.

Two-a-days are brutal but not as torturous as having that night on a loop. A quick dip in the cold tub has my cock and balls shriveling to nearly nothing. I gotta stop thinking about how her warm hand fisted me in its tight grip. How soft and sweet Indi felt on my fingers. How her clit pulsed under thepad of my thumb. How balmy her skin gets, how she glows as she unravels.

Fuck. I'm so, so screwed.

I shake away the memory, launching my legs over the side of the tall aluminum basin. The boys brawl in the background as I leave for home. An empty bed will have to do.

Downtown traffic is abysmal in the summer. The streets teem with those who extend the after-work happy hours into the nightclub scene. I idle at a red light, irritated and impatient, when Indi texts.

Gym Girl:Got the phone records. Thanks.

Gym Girl:For the shirt, too.

Remembering how I stained the first one puts a smile on my face.

Me:I'll buy you a million shirts if it means you'll let me do it again.

Gym Girl:Not necessary.

Gym Girl:But I have another idea. Let me know when you're free.

Stopping only to have the concierge take my gear up, I drive past the penthouse to get to Indi's apartment, feeling like nothing short of a stalker by looking up Trevor's notes. He'd called Bea for her home address so I could have the shirt delivered. Dark sunglasses, a black baseball cap, and a hoodie are a perfect disguise as I slip past the front desk unnoticed.

A clamor rings out behind the door after I knock. I want her to be surprised. I want her to know if she needs me or wants me around, I'll show up every time. The door flings open, and I jolt back as something wooden swings at my face.

“What the fuck!”

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