Page 42 of Doing It for Love

“I don’t have to.” I swivel in the chair and point to the back fabric. “It’ll say Wangford right here someday.”

Landon doesn’t say anything, and that surprises me, so I flick my eyes back to him. His jaw is clenched, breathing labored, and he takes a confident step forward.

“I’m not going to kiss you,” he says. My eyebrows lift and I drop my gaze south. An uncontrollable smile forms on my lips. Well, hello there, Lord Landon.

“Okay,” I say, crossing my arms. “But it’s not against the rules.”

“I know.” He takes another step forward. “I’m still not going to kiss you.”

I take my lip between my teeth and play with it. He watches the movement, and I watch him watching, and it’sfun.We haven’t done this since we first started dating. And it hits me…I could win this thing right here and now. I can get him to cave. I just have to remember how to be seductive…

“Will you sit in the chair?” I ask him playfully, sliding from the seat.

“Why?”

“I want to see you in it.”

He gives me a suspicious look but obliges anyway. He has to adjust himself as he sits, and that makes my lower abdomen giddy. Calm down, girl. We’ve only just begun.

I stand back and obviously check him out. Playing with my lips again, I let my eyes drift over his body, and I don’t even have to pretend to enjoy the view. He jokingly poses for me in different commanding positions, like he’s yelling at the cameraman or calling action or cut, and then he does a frustrated growl that makes me laugh and inch forward. His smile somewhat fades when he notices my wicked grin.

“I’m not going to kiss you,” he says again.

My heart pounds a few extra beats. I keep my eyes locked with his and slowly straddle him. My inner thighs rub tight against his hips, my butt settles on his knees. There’s a fair amount of distance between our upper bodies still, but I have to yell at myself to stop. Keep away from the bulge! I will not let this backfire on me.

I rest my hands on the back of the chair, balancing on his legs. “Why not?”

He gulps. “Huh?”

“Why won’t you kiss me?” I bat “innocent” eyes at him and his jaw clenches.

“You…you have bad breath.”

“The worst, huh?” I wet my lips. “I’m pretty sure it’s spearmint gum.”

“I’m not going to kiss you.”

“I won’t kiss you either.”

His hands twitch. He’s white-knuckling the armrests. He shuts his eyes, blows out a breath, and I let my heart dance in my chest. Why don’t I try to seduce him anymore? Why don’t I flirt as much? It’s amazing. The challenge of making yourself completely irresistible—and the victory lap in Chocolateville afterward, it’s enough to make me grab Lord Landon and throw in the towel.

But winning is more fun.

I lean in, making sure to keep my lips from pressing any part of him, and rake my tongue across his ear. He shivers underneath me, muttering, “SundanceSundanceSundance” under his breath.

“Are you going to kiss me now?” I roughly whisper. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

“No.”

I slowly take his lobe between my teeth, still careful about not touching my lips to his skin, and nibble till I hear him groaning. It doesn’t take long.

“How about now?” I ask. He shakes his head, but his hands have moved from the chair to my thighs. His grip is tight. Like painfully, pleasurably tight. I don’t have to exaggerate the whimper that rises from my throat.

I lean back and wait for his eyes to open. When they do, he grits his teeth and says a strong and firm “No.”

His determination is adorable, and I lose seductive for a second and run my hand over the bill of his cap. I pull it backward, watch his gaze drop to my lips, to my throat, down the front of my shirt, and my breathing speeds up. I want him to want me. I want him to want me so bad he can’t help himself. I want him to want me like he used to want me—like he can’thaveme, but he’s taking me anyway.

I want strawberries and whipped cream sex. And I want it now.

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