Page 6 of Doing It for Love

“Your nipple is poking out,” he says, pointing at my left boob as I shrug into my fuzzy purple robe.

“Thanks. Keep it up, will ya?” I point back at “Lord Landon” and speed-walk out of the room, out my front door, down the hall, and rap on Theresa’s door.

And just my luck, she doesn’t answer. I slump back, lady parts laden with disappointment.

“No?” Landon asks, still hard and ready on the bed.

“She’s not home.”

“I’ll pull out,” he says, grabbing the tie on my robe and ripping it open.

“Let me get a towel.” I push him off before we get so into it I won’t care until we have to clean it. Then I’ll really care.

After placing the towel on the bed, Landon kisses me, probably knowing I’ve dried up and I’m losing whatever mojo I had ten minutes ago.

But we just got engaged, so no way in hell am Inothaving sex tonight.

Chapter 2

“You didn’t? Really?”

I grin up at Landon, uncurling my fingers from his biceps. “It’s okay. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t. You know that.”

Landon breathlessly growls into the pillow by my head, sweaty body sticking to mine. “I swear, I made it romantic as hell.”

“It was good. Stop being such a guy about this.”

“Do you want me to finish you off?” he offers, sneaking his fingers up my thigh. They feel lazy against my skin, and I bite my smile back and give him a quick peck.

“I’m fine.Really. It was amazing, like always.”

“Mmkay.” His lips are getting lazy now. “I’ll get you next time. You’ll come so hard you’ll…I don’t know…just pretend I said something clever.”

I shake with silent laughs and play with his scruff as his breathing deepens. After-sex Landon is adorable. I bet he’ll be out in less than a minute.

Letting out a sigh, I turn to the ceiling, allowing my mind to slide back into the real world. Theresa and I used to call sex “Chocolateville” ever since she compared eating a double-fudge raspberry cheesecake to the best orgasm she ever had. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, I stole her plate and ate half.

I was in line at the skydive in Chocolateville while Landon jetted right past the guards. I’m really trying not to be disappointed, but it’s been a while. It’s my own damn fault. He obviously orgasms just as frequently as he did before.

He starts breathing heavy, his mouth partly open and half his face pressed into the pillow. I bite my smile back and poke his cheek. When he doesn’t move a muscle, I slide from the sheets, grab my phone, and do the crisscross after-sex walk to the bathroom, forgetting that I don’t need to. My fingers are already flying across the keyboard, texting Theresa when I shut the door.

I need to cash in on the pact we made on graduation. :) :)

I put the phone on the counter and take care of business, legs bouncing as I wait for her response. Andof courseAunt Flo makes her appearancenow.I grapple for the tampons and shout through the door, “Definitely not pregnant!” even though Landon is probably out of commission for the rest of the night.

My cell vibrates, so I speed through washing my hands to answer it.

“Hey,” I say, really trying the innocent thing, but I’m too stoked to pull it off.

“Are you in the bathroom?” Theresa sleepily chuckles. “Your voice is echoing.”

“I’m not peeing.” I crack the bathroom door and check on Landon. His entire body is covered with the comforter minus one leg dangling off the edge. I press the door closed and whisper into the phone. “So, can I cash in?”

“For real?”

“Hell yes.”

“You need amaid ofhonor?” Her voice squeaks on the last word, and I do a total Snoopy dance, buck naked in my bathroom, stifling my squeals with my girlfriend. Theresa asks question after question, but she’s rattling them off so fast I don’t understand them.

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