Page 49 of Doing It for Love

The water in the sink shuts off. I hear him move closer to me. Back off, you animal!

“I got a deal from the guy who usually caters for the set. Hope that’s okay. I spent less than ten for delivery, and I checked the account to make sure we won’t overdraft.”

There is not enough chocolate in the world for this.

Strong hands hover over my waist but don’t touch. Minty breath cascades across the skin on my neck.

He brushed his teeth. It’s five in the afternoon, and he brushed his teeth.

“It should be here soon,” he says. “I’m taking the night off from work, so you want to watch a movie with me? Or I could hook up the emulator and we can play old school Mario. I know you love that one.” I hear the smile in his voice, the tease, the flirt, and he’s not even saying anything erotic. But I’m melting into a puddle on our vacuumed floor.

I start licking the candy wrapper.

He laughs, and that’s when it clicks through the horny haze. He’s getting back at me for the prop room and playing dirty.

I pull my tongue from the wrapping and slowly turn around with narrowed eyes. There it is. His I-swear-I’m-innocent smile. My mouth pops open, no words form, but lots of obscenities are going on in my head. So he wants to play. Then play we shall.

His eyebrow rises, just slightly, and I echo his stance.

“Sure.” I toss the wrapper over his shoulder, aiming for the garbage can but seriously doubting I made it, and then I tuck my fingers in the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. “But let me shower first.”

I give him the same “innocent” smile he’s giving me, widen it when I see his gaze drift over the push-up secret I share with Victoria, and make sure I get as close as I can without touching as I move around him.

“I’ll set stuff up,” he says after my retreating figure. His voice is steady, but it croaks on the last word when I shimmy my jeans off and reveal my thong. That’s right. Two can play, and I’m betting on the one who doesn’t have to spend all day cleaning to win.

Chapter 14

3:12.

In the freaking morning. I haven’t had an ounce of sleep.

Landon shifts next to me, wheezing out a frustrated growl. He gives me the butt, twisting in the sheets. It’s hot in here. I toss the comforter off my upper body and kick and curse and fight the urge to smack Landon’s elbow when it just grazes my arm.

We don’t talk to each other, but we’ve both been awake since we crawled into bed. After playing a sexual battle all night, the striptease just the tip of the iceberg, we gave up and slumped down on the mattress. I don’t know about him, but I keep thinking of ways to sneak into Chocolateville without losing.

My fingers inch up my thigh. Stop that, you wicked things! I smack my hand, sit straight up, and jam them both under my ass. I bury my face in my knees and try to think of the least sexy things imaginable.

My parents. Talk of parents isneverallowed in bed. Landon set that rule the first night I moved in. I had crawled under the sheets, he crawled under too, he was kissing my knees and biting up my thighs, and I said, “I can’t believe we’re living together.”

“Shh, no talking,” he teased from under the covers. I playfully trapped his head between my knees.

“This is monumental.Youmight have lived with the opposite sex before, but this is new to me.”

He chuckled. “If you mean my mom and my sister, then, yes, you would be correct.”

Something jerked in my brain with that, and I laughed to myself, getting extremely giddy as he nibbled his way to my inner thighs.

“My mom’s going to freak.”

He paused, and my mouth kept going.

“I don’t even know how to tell her I’m living with someone. She hasn’tmetyou. All she knows is I’m totally crazy about you. Are you telling your parents? Or is that not something you tell your parents? They’re bound to find out, right? What if they ‘pop in’? I know they live in Philadelphia, but still…they could show up and expect Jace, and whoops, it’s me instead. I’ll call my mom tomorrow even if I get shit for it and you talk to your—”

“Lizzie?” Landon said, peeking from the covers. He trapped my lips between two fingers. “Never talk about my parents in bed.”

“But—”

“No.”

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