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The orgasm rips through me with a blinding flare, knees buckling and thighs juddering as the thought of him coming burrows into my brain. I don't have a chance to go limp before Landon drops the wand and plunges two long, hard fingers inside me from behind. I pant, unable to pull any more air into my burning lungs.

Feeling so full and stretched, I clench around him as he thrusts faster, deeper. His knuckles bow into my G-spot, the aftershocks seizing my already sensitive walls and hurtling me towards another peak.

Landon groans. “Fuck,yes. Soak my hand.”

Endlessly moaning through a slack jaw, my hips swing back and forth on their own, bucking to chase the second high.

“Take my fingers. Wanna see that wet pussy come for me.”

His name dribbles out of my mouth, much like the arousal down my thighs. My feet squeak against the floor, slipping while seeking friction in an entirely different part of my body.

Between Landon knuckling the spongy flesh inside me and thumbing my clit with a delicious amount of pressure, my eyes roll right into the back of my head. The couch cushion muffles my shrill scream as he continues his stroking, extending the climax until my ears ring.

With my back to his solid chest, he pulls me upright, enveloping me in his warmth. Landon's hands brush away the sweaty hair from my shoulders. “So good.”

It's a gentle sweep as he stitches soothing kisses from the shoulder blade and up my neck. His arm crosses my chest, a calloused palm settling around my throat and squeezing. “Adding this to my list of views to get off to. You’re so beautiful coming on my fingers.”

A brain malfunction throws up an error message, disabling me from shooting back a snarky response. He turns my head to face his glazed fingers, forcing me to watch as he licks and sucks them clean with a heady moan. My thighs press together but Landon pries them apart, bending to tug my shorts back on without releasing me.

Reaching around, he cups the cleft of my legs, spreading the evidence of my arousal and pushing the fabric into the wetness. “Winning is everything.”

Landon drops a sweet perky peck on my cheek, then grabs his shirt from the floor to wipes my forehead dry before purring into my ear. “Simon says, ‘don't take a shower and dream of me all night.’”

When the door snaps shut behind him, I topple onto the couch and embrace my new life as a useless, barely human blob.

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The following morning, I rap my pen against my desk, keeping the phone receiver in place between my ear and shoulder. “Bea?” I call through the open door.

A kerfuffle of shuffled papers and a crash later, she rushes into my office, boobs jiggling with every step. “Pall's lawyer is being super evasive. This is the third time his secretary's got me on hold for more than ten minutes.”

I hang up.

“Very sketchy.”

“Yep.” I put the pen down. “Plan B.”

“Trick them into a meeting?”

I cluck my tongue and fire a finger gun. “Bingo.”

“Got it.” She scribbles down a note and hugs it to her ample chest. “One question, though.”

“Sure. Go for it,” I reply, mindlessly checking my cell phone. Landon's messages blink back.

Gym Guy:Did you do as Simon said last night?

Gym Guy:Remembering what your lips felt like on my neck has me losing my mind.

Gym Guy:Please tell me I can see you tonight.

It's possible I slept without showering and fantasized repeatedly about how good he made me feel. Heat blooms on my cheeks and in the deepest part of my belly. I shiver.

“Who's got you all flustered?”

I flip my phone face down in an embarrassed, clattered scurry.

Bea frowns and narrows a suspicious eye in my direction.

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