Page 112 of Doing It for Love

“I have the cure for that right here.” Fingers pull my lacy bottoms down. Wet lips press on my ass cheek.

“You missed,” I say, wiggling. “It’s the other side.”

“It’s hard to see when you move so much,” he teases, then kisses my other cheek.

“I have so many pains in my ass,” I cry with dramatic flair, and he starts kissing all over, leaving no skin of my ass uncured.

“Anywhere else,Mrs.Wangford?”

“Oh my breasts. They are in need of curing.”

“Why is that?”

“They’ve been in this restrictive material all night.” I tug at my bustier. “They need to be freed and rained with that cure of yours.”

He flips me around, and I “Oof!” as my shoulders hit hard against the floor.

“Sorry.”

“Kiss it better.”

“Like this?”

“Lower.”

“Here?”

“Lower.”

“Ah, I see the boo-boo.”

I laugh. “You said boo-boo. Like I’m two years old.”

“If you’re surprised by my level of maturity I have to wonder if you’ve been paying much attention these past four years.”

His lips drag across my abdomen, kissing near my hipbone.

“What happened here?”

“Nicked myself with the nail clippers.”

“A little far from your fingernails, don’t you think?”

“I wasn’t using them on my nails.”

“Cutting yourself out of your underwear?” He laughs like it’s a joke, but when he sees my expression he laughs even harder. “That’swhat took you so long? Shoot…Tumbles, I would’ve ripped the thing off you.”

“Yes, because that’s so hot.”

“Instead, I fell asleep waiting hours and hours for you to dance for me.”

“Who said I was going to dance for you?”

He sticks his bottom lip out, and I push his face away.

“Well, sit up so I can give you a show,” I huff in a faux sigh. He grins wide, perches himself against the mattress, Lord Landon rising to get a good look.

I’m not a dancer, but I manage a great running man and sprinkler in my royal blue bustier.

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