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Kate

Landon climbs out of bed and saunters off to the bathroom to clean up. After enjoying the sight of his taut ass leaving, I get up shakily and pull back the covers, sliding in and sighing as my bones melt into the bed’s warmth. That was fucking incredible. Full of passion and an intense need to be as close as humanly possible.

In a few short minutes, he’s back with his handsome grin, tossing me a water bottle. I groan in appreciation, realizing my thirst is real. Cracking the top, I tilt it back and chug. He snickers and crawls into bed, shoving an arm under and around my shoulders.

“So, I’m thinking that I need to make playlists more often if that’s the kind of response I get for them.” He plucks my lip from between my teeth and pecks it with his. “I don’t have enough energy yet for round two, and I don’t half-ass it when I’m laying it down. Please give me a few more minutes before you go biting your lip again. It makes me picture them around my cock.”

I am instantly turned on again and giggle at his plea. He’s so sexy and still manages his manners.

“I loved the playlist. I can’t think of a single addition that could’ve made it better.” I kiss his pec and lay my cheek back down. “Although, I have to ask, how long have you been feeling this way?” I sit up and cock my head at him, looking at him inquisitively. “The choices suggest it’s been longer than just a couple of months, and the other day you said...” I trail off, not finishing the sentence when a look of panic seems to wash across his face, almost like maybe he said something he didn’t mean the other day. He blows out a breath, and I’m suddenly nervous.

“Honestly?” I shake my head yes to him even though that was rhetorical and I’m tensing for the answer. “Okay then...” He’s quiet for a moment, contemplating how to answer. He looks up at me and grabs my hand to reassure me it’s all okay. My blood pounds in my ears.

“Kate, I’ve been crazy about you for the last six years. I could never seem to find the right time, or you were unavailable at the time. I was scared to lose what we had, and I would’ve rather had you in my life that way than not at all if you didn’t feel the same or weren’t ready for an us .” He blows out another breath, clearly feeling relieved to have that off his chest.

“So, you meant it when you said ‘always’.” I look down at our coupled hands and rub a circle on the back of his with my thumb.

He slides down onto the pillow and settles in, then looks up at me. “Yes...and always will. I meant that too.” My breath catches in my chest. I gulp and lean down to kiss him. He’s waited all this time for me. His tongue dances back with mine, content and happy.

“Now, with that all said, I have a burning question in my mind.” He pulls back from me with a wicked gleam in his eyes and leans over to my bottom drawer. My breath seizes in embarrassment as he pulls out my vibrator. How the hell did he know it was in that exact spot?

It’s not like you have it hidden, dumbass.

I gape at him, and I’m sure my face is about ten shades of red.

“Hmmm...I love when you’re speechless.”

“Wh...What’s your burning question?” I ask and swallow, hoping that spit will go down, but my throat is dry. He cocks a brow at me and smirks.

“I’ll get to that. I may have overheard you using it the other night, and it has driven me crazy ever since.”

Holy shit! He was the noise outside my door. He clicks the bottom button, testing out how it turns on, and his hands jolt a little. His eyes widen in surprise by how strong the sucker hums in his hands. He lewdly grins over at me, knowing the humming sound already has me squirming, and he’s reveling in that fact.

“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” I playfully chastise him.

“You’re one to talk!” He runs the thing up my arm and we both giggle.

“So, what’s your question?” I say, a tad breathless. He notices. He drags the thing across the top of my breasts. I can practically see him thinking about how much he’d like to run it between my breasts. I smirk coyly at him.

“I fully intend to watch you use this on yourself one of these days, but that’s not what I want to ask you right now.” I stop breathing because I have never touched myself in front of anyone, but the idea of doing that for Landon has me intrigued. He notices my intrigue, and suddenly he’s contemplating that hard, truly thinking about changing his question back to that. I giggle again and nudge his arm to get an answer out of him. He shakes his head, chuckles sensuously, and plasters that truly feline smile back on.

“How quickly can I make you come with it?”

I’ve never been fucked with a toy by someone else either, and that idea has me more than just intrigued.

He slides it under the blankets, rubbing it along my slit a few times and decides the blankets have to go. This man apparently likes to watch. I sigh at the pleasure of the hum.

“My question has changed,” he announces, watching me squirm with glee.

“Oh yeah? And what’s the new one?” I gasp as he angles and slides it in gently.

“How many times can I make you come with it before you beg me to stop and actually fuck you?”

My pussy clenches around the toy hard and my breath stutters. His eyes darken and he rumbles deep from his chest. “This is going to be fun.”

The answer is three.