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They laid together for a long time after, his weight splayed out on top of her, Katie loving every single ounce of pressure. Every breath that brushed against her shoulder. Every bit of stubble that rasped across the sensitive skin just below her collar bone

"Goddamn, you are tight," Landon said, finally popping the post orgasmic bubble. "You were like milking my cock. I know I’m not your first, but that’s what it feels like, baby, like you were saved just for me."

He laid sweet kisses all over her neck as he spoke. Dangerous kisses that threatened to drag Katie into whatever romantic, rose-colored abyss Landon seemed to be lost in. So she did her best to turn this thing between them back to something purely sexual.

"If it helps, I’ve never come with anyone else."

A devilish glee took over his face and he propped up on his elbows to get a better look at her. The movement reminded her that his semi-hard dick was still inside her and her pussy throbbed around him once more.

Landon sucked up her little gasp in a kiss then asked, "You’ve really never had an orgasm before?"

Katie blushed, but answered truthfully. "I didn’t saynever…just not with anyone else."

"Mmmmm, that’s two bits of information guaranteed to make me hard again."

Landon pressed his pelvis down on hers to let her know that an immediate round two might be a distinct possibility, but Katie put her hand up to his chest. She needed a minute to process everything that had just happened between them. Like that orgasm for instance. She may have given herself one before, but she’d never given herself one like that.

"Hold on, Casanova, I need…I need…"

"What? Tell me what you need, baby."

Great question. What did she need? Surely not a forbidden relationship guaranteed to mess with her emotions and her ability to do her job. But her heart was screaming that it needed Landon like she needed her next breath of air. So she answered his question with the only true and definitive answer she could come up with.

"Ice cream. I need ice cream."

chapter 16

"Ice cream? Do you have any ice cream?" Landon asked, both brows raised.

"I do," Katie confirmed.

"What kind of ice cream do you have?"

"Butter pecan."

"Butter pecan? Not mint chocolate chip? I thought all chicks loved mint chocolate chip."

"I’m not all chicks," she reminded him.

"That’s for damn sure," Landon agreed.

"But I do have mint chip too,” she admitted, then erupted into giggles when he "punished" her by tickling her neck with his facial hair.

He gloated about being right all the way to the kitchen where they sat on the counter trading the pint-sized containers back and forth, him in only his underwear and her in only her Maverick tank top.

Landon’s eyes scanned the tiny apartment. "You really have done a nice job with this place, but I can’t help but notice there’s no photos or anything."

"Eh, I just haven’t had a chance to unpack everything yet."

Partially true, but not the reason she hadn’t hung any pictures. Photos were memories and memories would only interfere here.

"So…" Katie prodded in between licking her spoon, "how are youfeeling about all the talk that John Maverick is going to make you or Kringle captain if—when—you guys make it to the post season?"

"Oh, so we’re back to safe stuff, huh? Work and baseball?"

Katie charged past what he was saying. "Well, it’s not really about baseball; it’s about you. I’m intrigued by these two alter egos you’re apparently living with."

Landon’s hand halted, spoon halfway to his mouth. "Alter egos? What are you talking about?"

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