Page 97 of Hot Cops

He studied her face, way too closely.

Dammit. The fucker was calling her bluff.

She wasn’t going to lose this battle. “Wonderful. We’ll start tonight after dinner. We can go back to my apartment.” There was no way in hell he’d walk into the Collins Dorm and straight back to her bedroom. For one thing, they’d never get the door closed. Finn would drag both of them out and read them the riot act for being so stupid.

Besides, she wasn’t sureshewould let it go that far.

There was a big difference between these stolen kisses of his and, well,that.

He wasn’t wrong. Orgasmstotallycrossed a line. That’s why she’d suggested them to begin with. Steady, predictable Landon would never go that far.

“No,” Landon said. “Not tonight. You haven’t even started,” he finger quoted the next two words, “‘to diet.’ Give the vibrator a workout and we’ll revisit this later.”

“I’ve been on the diet ever since the mugging…actually, no. It was way before that. I told you Derek and I never indulged.”

“Your shitty taste in guys isn’t my problem.”

Sunnie grinned. “It is now.” She pointed one finger downwards. “She’s very hungry.”

Landon laughed. “Do you really think this is going to scare me away?”

She scowled. “Yeah, babe. I’m pretty sure it will. Admit it, you’re sweating bullets right now, thinking about carrying through on my demand. This whole idea is silly, Landon. It’s never going to work. For one thing, we?—”

“Go to the bathroom.”

He kept interrupting her. With unexpected comments.

“What?”

“Get up and go to the ladies’ room.”

“Why?”

He raised one eyebrow impatiently. Was he still trying to call her bluff?

Sunnie couldn’t deny it. She loved this Landon, loved the unpredictability, the macho posturing.

She lifted her wineglass, took a big swig, and then stood up.

She walked to the ladies’ room and locked the door. Walking over to the mirror, she fluffed her hair and touched up her lipstick, wondering how long she should let him sweat it out at the table before returning. She was just about to head back when there was a soft knock on the door.

She unlocked the door, numbly standing aside as Landon entered and locked the door once more.

“We don’t have a lot of time.”

Sunnie stared at him, not realizing her mouth was hanging open until he pushed his finger below her chin, closing it.

“Your decision, Sunshine. Admit you were bluffing, that you were trying to get me to walk away from the plan—or take off your panties. Which way is this going down?”

She wished he hadn’t used the wordsgoing down. Because she’d been on a diet a lot longer than a few months. Truth was, she’d been going hungry for more than a year, though she’d never admit that to Landon.

Sunnie had never been accused of overthinking anything. There was a hot cop standing in front of her offering orgasms. It felt like a no-brainer.

She lifted her short skirt and tugged her panties down, kicking them off before throwing him a challenging glare. “I dare you.”

It was a standard line, one the two of them had probably thrown at each other a million times in the past twenty years.

Landon was better at resisting dares than she or Finn. He was always the Boy Scout, the one to consider the consequences before acting. While she and Finn were jumping off garage roofs and eating bugs and doing countless other ridiculous, reckless things, Landon made his decision to follow through based on whether or not he thought he could do it, get away with it…or you know…not get killed.

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