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The nice thing about Landon is he’s up for anything.

His dick is at half-mast, so I stroke it to attention while keeping my gaze locked on his. Then I lean down and take him into my mouth.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” he groans quietly.

Holding his base, I lick his shaft and playfully suck on the tip.

“You feel so good, Kerr.”

Keeping my pace steady, I suck him off like I’ve got all the time in the world. I love making Landon feel good. I love taking care of him.

And I love making him beg.

“I want to come,” he whimpers, then groans again when I stroke him with a tighter grip.

“Not until I say you can.”

He bites his pouty bottom lip and leans back, breathing harder as he holds his control for me like a good boy. I tease and punish him until I know he’s vibrating with the need to blow.

I look up at him and wink, giving him silent permission to unload in my mouth.

Three strokes later and he’s roaring his release, his hand in my hair, fucking it up while he rides his pleasure wave. Once I’ve swallowed my breakfast, I lick my lips and grab my waiting coffee from the counter.

Landon hops down, looking dazed and confused. “What was that for?”

I shrug and take another sip, not telling him why. It’s not like I need a reason to pleasure him, just like he doesn’t need one to with me. We’re just…

Hell, I have no idea what we are anymore.

“Come here,” he says playfully, going for my belt again.

My firm hand over his stops him. “Notnow.”

The happy, blissed out look he’s wearing fades in a blink. Replaced by rejection. “Why not?”

I turn to leave because I’m not ready for this conversation, and quite frankly, I don’t think he is either. “I’m going to shoot some emails off before we have to go.”

His stare burns into my back, and I ignore it.

By the time I’m in the living room of our condo, he’s banging pots and dumping our half-cooked breakfast into the trash. Then he storms past me and heads to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

It makes my stomach drop every time he gets like this because I know one day he’ll walk out the door and never come back.

I’m not enough for him.

Even when I try to be… I’m not.

I think this trip will be a tipping point for our… situationship. We’re spending the week with Mason and Leah to go over some business shit for her company, the Brazen Bunny, and also have some fun. Honestly, Landon and I have been working like dogs for months. I think the stress of work has added unnecessary pressure to our relationship too.

Thank God we’ve finally both walked away from BanditFX. He left with Mason when the company was sold off about seven months ago, but Gage and I stayed on the board to make surethings transferred smoothly. I thought it would have taken longer to get everything in order, but we were too efficient for our own good, I guess.

Now Landon and I are floating in this weird in between space, both professionally and romantically. Landon started helping Leah with her online business, and I’ve been eager to get more involved myself, but every time I try to help with the workload, he says he’s got it handled.

He’s hella smart and just as savvy as I am, if not more, but damn, when he rejects my assistance, it still hurts. I think he’s using the Brazen Bunny project with Leah as a distraction from Nicole. Not that I blame him for needing something to occupy his mind. Technically, we made so much off selling BanditFX, that neither of us have to work a day in our lives anymore, but I love a challenge of a new project, and Landon would be bored out of his mind without something to keep him busy. Besides, one can never have too much money. If we can work out this integrated payment platform for Leah’s new company, we can offer it to others and make a mint again.

But money won’t buy us the one thing I think we both need.

Nicole.

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