Page 103 of Doing It for Love

His grumpy brow smoothes out, and he attempts to kiss me back, but really all he gets is teeth.

I shove him down to the pillows, and he shivers under me as the ice hits his back. And it looks like morning wood beats out ice water, because when I roll my hips, Lord Landon stands up at attention, ready to knock down the gates to the Land of Liz.

“You really think that’s a good idea, Tumbles?” he says, nodding to the bedroom door.

“Just keep your outbursts to God to a minimum,” I tease, then without warning I sink down. He immediately ignores my request.

“Liz?”

“Mmm?” I ask innocently, keeping my hips still but my muscles pumping.

He grips my waist, fingers digging into my ass. “I’m cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.”

“Our friends are right outside.”

“Then we’ll be quiet.”

“I wouldn’t put it past them to come back in here.”

“Then we’ll be quick.”

“Damn,”he mutters, then sits up. “I love you…and Ipromiseyou will never forget tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow?” I fake pout, and he pulls on my bottom lip.

“Tomorrow.” He gently coaxes me off him, wiping my wet hair from my forehead. “And I’ll never forget last night either.”

“Stop being romantic or I will just climb right back on you.”

He inwardly gulps, then belches. I push his face away with an “Eww!” But my libido is tamed for now, so I suppose I can get ready for whatever Theresa has in store for me today.

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It has to be at least ten inches. It smells like a mix of meat sweat and pungent cologne. He really should shave, but I guess some women like that sort of thing.

Well, looking around, a lot of women like this sort of thing.

Theresa fixes my bachelorette veil on my head while the ten-inch-long beard on the guy lap-dancing on top of me tickles my chest.

“Okay…” I laugh, sticking a buck in his electric blue briefs—that match his do-rag. That’s enough for me.

Bearded stripper winks and moves on to the next. Apparently it’s biker theme night. Lots of leather and facial hair. Theresa laughs behind her hand when I stand up and tell her to lead me to the stage, where Penny, Jaycee, and even my mom are waving bills at the dancers. Watching gyrating penis dances from afar is more my style anyway.

My phone buzzes in my pocket again, and I sit at the table, order rum and Coke—and don’t get ID’d, which is a first—then pull out my cell.

Landon: 12 hours!

Lizzie: I am not going to sleep at all tonight.

Landon: That’s cute, Tumbles. I probably won’t sleep either.

Lizzie: I’ll be having nightmares of sweaty, bearded men.

Landon: ?

Lizzie has sent an image.

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