Page 42 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

He kissed a line of fire down my neck and onto my chest. I gasped when Landon cupped my breasts, kneading them, kissing the swells when he pushed them together.

“Ah!” Landon cried out and grimaced. He leaned forward, his hand braced against the wall above my shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Is it your leg?”

“Yeah,” he said and breathed harder. “It’s just a cramp. I try to compensate for the pain and other muscles hurt.”

He balanced on his good leg and lifted the moon boot, rubbing the side of his leg. He gritted his teeth.

“You need a hot bath to ease the cramping,” I said.

“Yeah?” Landon asked, and a look of pleasure twinkled in his eyes despite the grimace of pain. “You’re going to have a bath with me?”

I giggled. “Well, it won’t be any fun if you’re in there and I’m out here. Besides, someone needs to massage that for you. You’re doing it wrong.”

Landon straightened and pulled me against him. I gasped, his strong arms wrapped around me.

“Show me how it’s done,” he said, his forehead pressed against mine, and he brushed his lips against my mouth. “I’m in need of a nurse.”

I blushed. “All we need now is the outfit.”

Landon’s eyes darkened with lust, but he shook his head. “Nah, it’s not like you’re going to have time to wear it, anyway. I want you naked, sweetheart.” He kissed me and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. I gasped, and my stomach clenched, sending sparks of need to my pussy.

We walked slowly through the house. Landon was careful of his foot. I wanted to offer to get his crutches, but the last thing I wanted to do was make him feel like he wasn’t strong, the alpha male. I’d get them if he asked for them.

We walked through the main bedroom and into the bathroom. When I looked around, I laughed incredulously.

“What?” Landon asked.

“Are you serious?”

“About what?”

“This bathroom is almost the size of my entire apartment.”

Landon looked around. “Oh. Yeah, I guess it could be.”

The shower took up one whole wall, with a glass partition and a waterfall shower head. In the far corner stood a large jet bath, and Landon hobbled toward it. He turned on the water, and steam started filling the bathroom.

“You could swim in that thing—it’s so big,” I said.

“It’s because I need space for other things that are big when I’m in here,” Landon said with a cocky grin.

“Oh, God!” I laughed. In some ways, men never grew up. Landon’s arrogance, his cocky attitude, was just as I imagined it was when he was my age. I loved that about him. The more I got to know him, the more I saw a man who lived like he was young; he didn’t let his age stop him from doing anything.

His twisted ankle was proof enough of that. I’d read the reports. Skateboard accident. I’d giggled about it at the time.

“Here,” I said and unbuttoned Landon’s shirt. I ran my fingers down his chest with every button I undid, curling my fingers through his chest hair. I kissed his chest when I pushed the shirt over his shoulders, and he shrugged out of it, bundling it up. He tossed it into the corner where the washing hamper was, and the shirt landed on the floor next to it.

Landon cupped my face and kissed me. While his tongue slid into my mouth, I fiddled with his belt, undoing it and unzipping his jeans. Landon groaned when I pulled out his cock and ran my hand up and down his shaft.

I only did it a few times before I pushed his pants down his ass.

“Wait,” Landon grunted and sat down on the edge of the bath. He undid his moon boot, pulling the straps apart, and pulled it carefully open. He grimaced while he turned his foot in a circle, trying to get movement into his ankle.

He glanced up at me. “Sexy, huh?”

I reached for the hem of my top and slowly pulled it up. I moved my hips slowly from side to side and dropped the shirt to the floor after I’d pulled it over my head.

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