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"Ok, there’s a built-in coffee bar thingy in the kitchen. It’s pretty self explanatory. Unless you want to join me in the shower?"

She opted for the coffee and he didn’t seem surprised.

Steaming mug in hand, Katie meandered around the apartment while she waited for him. She came across another set of black and white photographs in the dining room. Another triptych, but of landscapes: a beach, the mountains, and the desert. She didn’t know much about art, but these were obviously taken by a very talented photographer. The same one who’d taken the baseball fields. They just had that same vibe.

In the kitchen, she checked out the photos on the fridge. There was an old family portrait of Landon with his mom, dad, and two brothers. He looked about fourteen and Katie grinned at his gangly awkwardness, the pimples on his chin.

The other photos were of Landon and friends, and there was one of a toddler in a diaper hitting a baseball on a grass field.And one of much younger Landon with a very attractive blonde girl, their heads tilted together, smiles wide and genuine, woven camera straps slung around each of their necks.

Katie sniffed and wrapped her arms across her chest. Her chin twisted over one shoulder to glance once more at the two sets of framed black and whites, and an icky knot settled into her tummy.

She gave up looking around and focused on the skyline until Landon and the food arrived simultaneously, saving her from her overthinking. He insisted they eat on the terrace and Katie agreed only after she walked outside and ensured it was completely private.

They spent a long time sipping mimosas and discussing just what it was that made Chef Dante's waffles so much better than the average waffle. Landon thought he detected a hint of nutmeg; Katie argued that the blueberries must play a role. And something must have been done to the eggs to make the batter so fluffy.

"Never mind," she concluded, licking a huge dollop of whipped cream straight off her finger, then going back for another. "It’s the whipped cream. It’s absolutely perfect. I want to take a bath in this stuff."

"Mmmm, now I could get down with that," Landon said, and he leaned forward to lick off her finger before she could.

Actually, it was more of a suck than a lick, and a wild idea slipped into Katie’s head. She tipped back her champagne flute, swallowed the rest of her mimosa, then took another dollop of whipped cream and suckled it off her finger as practice. Her gaze centered on Landon and it only took him a moment to detect the mood shift.

"What?" he asked.

Katie responded by scooting back her chair and standing up. She plucked the cushion off her seat then dropped it to the ground in front of his feet. She watched Landon's face as the gears clicked into place and he let out an astonished grunt. His hands slipped onto the armrests then he looked up at her standing in front of him, his lips pressed tightly together as if afraid he’d say something to scare her off.

"You’re sure we can’t be seen out here, right?" she asked.

Nod, nod.

"You don’t have some housekeeper hiding in some back room or something?"

Shake, shake.

Katie sank to her knees on the cushion, reached out for him, then readjusted when she realized she wasn’t close enough. Landon slid down in his seat, giving her easier access to the button and zipper on his jeans. With some maneuvering his pants and underwear ended up around his ankles, but when she turned her attention to his already hard cock, her confidence took a nose dive. She’d neglected to take into account that his dick being the biggest she’d ever had in her pussy, also equated to it being the biggest she’d ever had in her mouth.

She tested his weight in her hand, running her palm up and down the length before bringing her lips to the tip. Her tongue swirled all the way around it, her mouth opening wider to take him in further. But he was too big, the angle too awkward, her gag reflex too sensitive it seemed. Landon had his hands in her hair, massaging with encouragement, and when she peeked up, a satisfied smile played at his lips, yet something felt...off. She couldn’t find that effortless rhythm they usually fell into so naturally.

Since the innocent "saved just for him" act seemed to appeal to him last night, she played up that angle, looking up at him through her lashes, lips wet and open.

"Show me what to do, Landon. Show me what you like."

With an aroused growl, Landon got to his feet. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it a few times, groaning as he looked down at her, mouth open and ready for him.

"Let’s try it from this angle, sweetheart."

He guided her head forward and eased himself in until her lips stretched wide around him. She had the urge to swallow, but her brain couldn’t figure out how. A tiny panic set in and she would have reared her head back if not for Landon soothing her with his warm fingers tugging softly at her hair.

"Relax, baby, just breathe," he instructed. "Just breathe."

Those two words calmed her like they never had coming from Dr. Walton, and Katie realized he was right. Her mouth was full, but she could still take in air through her nose—game changing knowledge.

She inched her chin forward on her own this time, taking him a few centimeters deeper before backing off, then going further the next time, and further the next. Landon sensed the instant her jaw and throat finally relaxed and he gently pumped his hips to meet her pace. Her fingers stroked those last few inches of his shaft that she just couldn’t make fit while her other hand drifted up to toy with his balls.

Just like that, the final puzzle piece clicked into place, taking them to that special place where each person played perfectly off the other. She’d given a few clumsy blowjobs to Kyle who never seemed all that impressed by her skills, but this was the first time she felt like she was doing something right.

Landon agreed, his voice needy and strained as he begged, "Don’t stop, baby...don’t...stop."

He needn’t have worried. Katie couldn’t think of one single situation where she would have stopped. Not when the nipples straining against her bra and the ache throbbing right between her legs demanded she keep going.

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