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She rolls her eyes. “Goodnight, Landon.”

“I’m just telling you how it is, I’m not trying to be an asshole here,” I say evenly before she can whirl away from me.

“Well, don’t worry, you’re succeeding anyways.” She shakes her head. “Besides, I don’t think I could handle sharing a bed with your ego anyways.”

“You seemed to handle it just fine before.”

Her eyes snap to mine, narrowing as her face goes pink. “That was different.”

“True, there wasn’t actually a bed that time.”

I’m pushing it. I’m seriously pushing it, but it’s hard not to with her.

She swallows, her lips slightly curling at the soft pink corners, like she’s hiding a smile. “You’re awfully flirty for a guy who’s so adamant about not trying to sleep with me.”

“You know we can’t do that again.”

“I know we could, because we’re adults. And I believe there’s documented historical proof that both of us can be adults about something with no strings like this. But you’re right,” she snaps. “We are not doing that again even if you begged me.”

She gasps as I suddenly move against her, one hand moving to her hip and skimming across it. My lips brush her ear, feeling the subtle feel of her body aching towards me.

“I think you’ve got it all turned around, actually,” I growl into her ear.

“Oh?” Her voice is shaky.

“Yeah, it won’t be me coming to beg you.”

My hand slides over her hip, and before I know what I’m doing, it’s moving down to cup her firmly by the ass. She gasps as I pull her against me, and I know she can feel how hard I am.

“You’ll be the one asking me nicely.”

She gasps again, the sound dripping into my ears like honey and sending a signal directly to my cock. She shifts against me, and I groan as I feel her fucking teeth graze my earlobe.

“Please,” she husks.

I groan.

“Please,” she whimpers a second time, her lips brushing my ear again and making my cock throb hard against her thigh.

And then suddenly, she pulls back, a devilish look on her face as her lips curl. “That’s the magic word, Landon.”

Serena steps away from me and pulls out her hotel room key. She shrugs, looking at me innocently. “That’s all you’d have to say,” she says sweetly, batting her eyes at me before she turns and slips inside the door to the lobby.

Then I’m alone, standing there on the sidewalk like a jackass with a look of shock on my face and my cock still pulsing rock-hard in my pants.

And if I was worried about things going too far before?

I think it’s safe to say we’re smashing past that benchmark now.





Chapter Fourteen





Serena




I’m shivering as I shut the hotel room door behind me.

Damn.

The feel of his hands on me and the sound of his voice in my ear lingers, making my pulse roar in my ears and making me weak in the knees. For all my bravado, and for all my sauntering away with the upper hand down there, he got to me.

Landon Reece with the arrogantly smug grin, the stupidly good looks and the huge ego, got to me.

Really, really got to me.

I squeeze my legs together as I sag against the door, feeling the heat pool between them. I can feel my skin buzzing and tingling, my nipples hard and pressing against the inside of my bra as my heart pounds in my chest. Thoughts of Landon making me beg, like he did before, slip through my mind, making me moan quietly.

Fingers move to the button of my pants, popping it and sliding the zipper down before I can even think. Hands slide across the soft skin of my belly and down under the lace edge of my panties. I gasp out loud as my fingers slip through the slickness there between my legs. I moan, my toes curling as the pad of my finger brushes over my aching clit.

I’m thinking of him. I’m thinking of that steely confident grin, that hardened jaw. The way his eyes devour me. I’m thinking of his mouth sliding up my thigh that night - the way his tongue played me like an instrument. The way he yanked me into his lap.

The way he felt filling me up like no one ever had before. The way I screamed, the way I clawed at his back like the way you read about in romance books but never actually happens in real life.

I’m shoving my pants down, stepping out of one leg and using my foot to kick it off the other as I move to the bed. I lay back into the thick comforter, my hands sliding down my belly again as I spread my legs and-

And my phone rings. Loudly.

I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning at the shattered moment as I reach over and yank the phone to my ear.

“Hello,” I say sharply.

“Hey.”