Page 34 of Doing It for Love

He shakes his head. “Remind me to cut you off after one glass next time.” His hand finds mine and he starts leading me up two flights of stairs. I trip and giggle behind him, following with a few hiccups that are beyond my control. Buster barrels up the steps with us, his tail whacking me in the legs. Silly canine. What a funny word…canine.

“Easy there, Tumbles,” Landon says. His smile is so adorable. And even though he needs to trim it, his beard looks pretty good, too. Sexy papa right here. I’m so lucky I don’t have to wonder what he looks like naked. I’ve seen all the goods and they aregooooood.Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got love in my tummy.

Landon laughs and I assume my mouth is running with my brain again, but I don’t ask. I just want to kiss him. Kiss him so hard he’ll give in and I’ll get the Bahamas. We get to the second-floor landing and I toss myself at him.

“Kiss me!” I say through a giggle. Then my lips miss his by a lot, landing on his eye. He hits his head on the wall, and Busterwoofsso loud it makes me scream.

Landon rubs the back of his head, and I can’t tell his exact expression because I get hit with a major dizzy spell. My feet leave the floor, and my body goes on a bumpy ride. But I’m not falling. Don’t know what’s happening, but I’m super close to my sexy fiancé’s face, so it’s all right.

Fiancé. Another funny word. Feee-on-saaaaay. Snort.

“Time for bed, myfiancée,” he says, and I grapple at the bottom of my shirt. Bed indeed. But firm hands stop me from stripping, and I blink up to Landon’s eyes. “Not tonight. I doubt you’ll remember losing the bet in the morning.”

“Buuhtaacnotsfar.”

“Gesundheit.”He straps me in with the sheets and taps a pointer finger to my nose. “Go. To. Sleep.”

I blow a wet raspberry in his direction, but the light goes out and my eyes fall closed.

Raspberry. That’s a funny word.

Chapter 11

My burps taste like smoked plums. And morning breath. Where are my Ice Breakers?

I feel around, hitting some foreign object on my nightstand. Something crashes, rattling my skull. Holy mother of all pain.

Someone inhales deep and long next to me, strong and lean body stretching against mine. An enormous hard something pushes against my butt cheek, and if it didn’t hurt so bad I’d laugh and accuse Landon of trying to cheat.

I groan at the time on the clock, cringe at the taste in my mouth, and croak out, “Water.”

Landon lazily points at the nightstand, and I just now realize I’m not at home. We’re not in our bed. And last night slowly filters in and out, making my headache ten times worse.

“Oh, balls,” I say to the unfamiliar sheets. A sleepy smile grows on Landon’s lips.

“You weren’t that bad,” he mumbles. “Pretty cute, actually.”

I sit up and push my face into my knees. “Does your family hate me?”

“You won over the most important members.” He shifts on the bed and pats at something at our feet. I peek up at Buster, who has sprawled himself across the sheets, head resting on my side. His pillow girlfriend is tucked under his front paws. I try to laugh, but it rattles my brain. So I just reach down and scratch the cute pup’s ears.

Landon tugs on my arm, coaxing me back to the pillows. He looks way too happy for this early.

“What?” I ask, wiping at my face. He traces a line over my cheek.

“You have pillow marks.”

“Sexy.”

“Actually…it is.”

I wrinkle my nose and then stretch out all the tense sleep-muscles. My boobs squish against his chest, and a low groan rolls through Landon’s throat. His arm wraps around my waist while I let mine fall around his neck.

“You were unbelievable last night,” he says, warm breath waving over my skin.

“Please tell me I didn’t dance on the table.”

“Better. You put my mom in her place.”

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