Page 41 of Doing It for Love

Landon pulls me to Jace and Chantal’s marks and gently rotates my shoulders. “This is where we shot the sex scene.”

“Eww.”

“Where else are you gonna get busy during a zombie apocalypse?”

“You don’t. You run like hell or just let yourself get bitten.”

“Which one are you?”

“Oh, I’ll be the very first zombie. You?”

“I’ll be the number-one zombie killer.”

“Looks like it’ll really be ‘till death do us part.’ ”

He chuckles and takes a step closer. My stomach whirls because he hasn’t stopped smiling since he spotted me. If I’d known he’d react like this, I would’ve visited the set way before now.

“It’s an off-screen sex scene for the most part,” he says, “and it’s not really sexy. More awkward.”

“So…it’s realistic,” I tease.

“You must be losing your memory. I’m a badass in the sack.”

“Maybe you should remind me.”

It’s out before I can tell my mouth to shut up. But it’s been a while since weflirted. We’ve been together for four years. Sleeping together for about the same. Our peas and carrots sex routine usually starts with “do you wanna?” and then we jump into bed. My lady parts have never been so excited just standing here, fully clothed, in the middle of something pretty public (and freaky-looking).

Landon’s eyebrows waggle, and it makes me snort because I’m hot like that, and he pulls me from the set, leads me down a cold and foggy hallway, down another, then into a room packed full of props. Rows upon rows of wardrobe choices line the left half of the room while the right half holds chairs, trees, fake weapons, and dismembered mannequins. There’s a barrel full of zombie-fied arms and legs. I walk up to it and poke at one of the fingers. “Gross.” I laugh under my breath.

The click of the lock makes me turn, and Landon tucks his hands into his pockets as he walks toward me.

“Why’d you lock the door?” I ask with a seductive lilt.

“Habit, I guess.”

“Then go unlock it.”

“It’s all the way over there.” He waves a hand behind him, and I roll my eyes back to the barrel of body parts. I notice a director’s chair and plop into it with a grin.

“I’ve always wanted to sit in one of these.” I wiggle my butt and cross my legs. “They need cup holders, though.”

“Built-in refrigerators.”

“Ooh, yes. Request that for your next movie.”

“If I get one.”

“You will.”

“I lucked out with the last grant.”

“I’m not talking about getting another grant. Some big-time studio is going to hire your ass and make you super famous.”

Half his mouth quirks up. “I hope my ass is up for it.”

Ialmostreach out and grab his sweet rear end, but I keep my hands firm on the chair. “Your ass is capable of many great things.”

His voice lowers. “You haven’t even seen any footage.”

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