Page 63 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
“What do you have in mind?” he says as he puts down his own, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Oh, I’m sure you have a few good guesses.” I begin to fiddle with the waistband of his pants.
“I might have some guesses, but I think I would enjoy it more if you just showed me.”
I lick my lips and slowly pull his pants down his legs, teasing him. He huffs with impatient pleasure as I take his briefs and tease them down his legs too.
His member is sticking straight up, completely erect. Looking him in the eyes, I run my tongue along its entire length. He shudders and I look in his eyes as I slowly take him in my mouth.
“Oh my god,” he says as I slowly plunge my mouth down.
He shudders and rakes his hand through my hair, as I’m bobbing my mouth up and down on him. I use my tongue and run it along him as I go. He throws his head back and moans. I lift my mouth off him and straddle him.
He leans up and kisses me as I move my panties to the side and sink down onto him. I moan as I feel him bury into me. He grabs my hips and begins to move me on him. I rock my hips, grinding against him as he pulls me up and pushes me back down.
“Oh fuck,” he murmurs, the combination of my actions driving him wild.
I grind harder, pleasure rolling over me with every movement. I gasp as I get closer to the edge.
“Landon, I’m almost there,” I say.
He moves me faster, and I move in tandem with him, rubbing my sweet spot against him with every downward stroke. The combination of the stimulation on the outside lines with the stimulation on the inside, and orgasm overtakes my body, sending small quakes and shudders to every part of my being.
“Turn around,” Landon instructs, and I do as I’m told, awkwardly spinning around until I’m facing away from him.
Landon smacks my ass as I move back into him. It’s not long before he’s overcome with pleasure, too, gripping my ass as he releases his orgasm, pulling me onto him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Landon
Itakeadeepbreath as I step through my office door. Our getaway was relaxing and refreshing—I feel ready to take on the world. Not that I usually don’t.
Sauntering over to the window, I take a moment to admire the city view. Even though the break in Carmel was nice, I missed being in the big city. I like all the high rises and city noise. It’s too quiet out there, even with the ocean right at our back door.
Right as I’m about to sit down in my office chair, my phone sounds. “Private Number” flashes across the screen, leaving me perplexed. My cellphone number is unlisted, and I don’t get many spam calls.
“Landon Gould,” I say cooly as I answer the phone.
“Hello, Landon.” My attention is snapped by the voice. Ivan.
“Why are you calling me, Ivan?”
Whatever the reason is, it can’t be a good one. All Ivan has ever been and will ever be is trouble.
“I’d like to meet with you to discuss something important, Landon. I think you will be very interested to hear what I have to say.”
“I’d be more interested in trying to speak to a rat. At least rats have more integrity.”
“Don’t be that way. We were friends once. Besides, this is about your lovely wife to be, so I think it would behoove you to at least hear me out.” He chuckles into the phone, and I grimace in response.
What could he possibly have to say about Hailey?
“Fine, I’ll meet you. I’m in my office now.”
“No, I don’t think so. We need to meet at a more private location. How about the fourth warehouse on Courts Grove Lane, near the other side of town. Remember, no guests, this is a private meeting. Be there in two hours.”
He hangs up the phone before I can respond.
