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Indi's naked chest vanishes as she slides her shirt back on.

My breath heaves from my lungs, chaotically trying to regain a normal rhythm. “You're brilliant. You don't need me to teach you. That was so good.”

The pride on her face fades. “For a virgin, you mean.” Her eyelashes flicker as she glances down, shadowing the top rim of her cheeks.

“For anyone.” I pull her into my lap and cradle the back of her neck. She won't look at me. “Hey, stop that, okay? I don't care. You have boundaries. I won't push them unless you want me to. We're friends, remember?”

Friends, friends, friends. Goddamnit. I can't bejust friendswith Indi. I leave a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You're so special to me.”

“What?”

“You've always been special to me.” My forehead falls to hers. “You're the only person who I told about my dad coming out. I didn't tell others for years. You made me feel safe. Youmakeme feel safe,” I correct myself. “I trust you now like I trusted you then.”

She returns a solemn nod.

“I'm not lying. You make me feel so fucking good.” Placing a lingering kiss in the crook of her neck has her melting into me. “If you don't believe me, you can stick your hand down my pants and see for yourself. It's a disaster zone.”

Indi's shoulders shake with laughter as she hides against my neck. “I did do that, didn't I? We're like teenagers.”

“Whatever. It was fuckinghot.”

She gushes at the compliment.

I slap her ass twice. “Now, up. I have to clean up this mess you've made.”

When I return from the washroom, Indi leans against the back of the couch, barefoot. The lack of socks makes her legs look even longer.

“All good?”

“One more thing, before I forget.” I straddle her feet with mine. My hands plant themselves on her hips. Her hands find my forearms. “When do I get to collect my winnings?”

“We didn't make a bet.” The little smartass makes a face, tilting away from me.

“Well, I'm not leaving here without it.”

Indi narrows her eyes. “What do you want?” I peer over her shoulder at the height of the couch.

“Bend over.”

Chapter 24: Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers

Indi

Landon said yes when I asked to kiss him. Said I could kiss him anywhere. First green flag.

Second green flag? He liked it so much he came on himself.

I've never felt a level of adrenaline as high as when he shudders beneath me. His skin tastes like a hard day washed away by soap and clean laundry. Every muscle tightens under my touch and when I mouth a pert nipple, savoring it like I'd want for myself, he moans my name. Pleasure pools below, contained only by these worn grey shorts.

Those bare, square pecs ripple and ebb, leaden breaths gusting over the crown of my head. Engorged veins snake up his arms from where his hands grip one hip and the opposite thigh. The strong sinews of his neck stretch taut, fighting restraint as he begs to see and touch me. When I let him, my nipples shrink under his thumbs, ending their ache while building a new one between my thighs. And,holy wow, does the man know how to work my praise kink.

Landon's cooed encouragement in the low timbre of his whispers makes my heart pump faster. My toes squirm, sweaty inside the short socks, my feet not the least bit cold after this heated exchange. I run over to my bedroom and toss them in the hamper while Landon's in the washroom, doubling back to practice some sort of cool pose while propped against the couch. How does he make it look so good? Now, what to do with my hands?

I drum on my thighs, then hug my torso and finally settle on furling my hands over the top of the sofa. Landon walks through the washroom doorway and strides back to me.

“All good?”

“Just one more thing, before I forget.” Landon steps into my space, outlining my feet with his. My stomach tightens with anticipation. He palms my hips, and my hands lift and land on his strong, veiny forearms. They thrum under my fingers, matching the steady beat of my heart. “When do I get to collect my winnings?”

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