Page 65 of Hot Cops

“No,” he said with more passion than he’d intended. “No Sunnie setups. God only knows?—”

“I happen to know a lot of nice nurses from my classes. I think you’d like a couple of ’em. They’re just like you. Boring. Looking for love.”

He snorted. “That’s not a character flaw, Sunshine.”

Her face told him she considered it one. The way she crinkled her nose—noses—was adorable. Why did she have two noses?

“I’ve got this one friend,” she continued.

Landon really didn’t want to go out on a blind date. Audrey had been a blind date and look howthathad turned out.

He leaned toward her, capturing her gaze. “You’re not listening to me.”

Sunnie stopped talking, studying his face. “Yes, I am. I just think that it’s time for you to start dating again.”

“And you think you know what I want in a woman?”

“Of course I do.” She said it with such confidence, such assurance, it annoyed Landon. She always acted like he was an open book—a boring one at that. Landon was the predictable guy, the steady and sure friend who never did anything remotely unusual or interesting.

“You’re wrong. You don’t have a clue.”

His assertion took her aback. For about two seconds.

Then she laughed.

On any other day, at any other time, when Landon was sober, he wouldn’t have thought twice about her comments, wouldn’t have let them get under his skin.

This wasn’t that time.

“I mean it, Sunnie.”

His suddenly angry tone seemed to penetrate through the haze of her tequila-fogged brain.

“Landon, listen?—”

She was going to argue about it. Of course she was. It was what Sunnie did. For a young woman, she was a dangerous blend of opinionated and confident. It meant winning fights with her took tenacity.

“You don’t know a thing about me when it comes to my tastes in women,” he assured her.

She started to speak, but he cut her off again when he added, “Or what I like in bed.”

That caught her attention. Her eyes narrowed briefly, in shock, then she tilted her head, and he knew he’d piqued her interest.

“Like what?”

He grinned, and the words—freed by tequila and beer and too many nights alone with his hand—came easily.

“I like being in charge in the bedroom, directing everything that happens.”

“Like what?” she repeated, stressing the words, wanting more details. She was clearly fascinated.

“I like playing with a woman’s breasts, sucking on her nipples until they’re hard, bending her over my lap and spanking her ass, tying her up and going down on her, throwing her legs over my shoulders and fucking her like there’s no tomorrow…and then flipping her to her stomach and taking her ass the same way.”

Sunnie’s mouth fell open, and Landon tried to figure out if it was absolute shock or utter horror driving the response.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, then she leaned closer, scrutinizing his face. “You’re drunk.”

He nodded. “So are you.”

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