I look around the website and find a vibrating cock ring.
Me: Add this to your cart for when I eat you.
Landon: I’ve added both and a surprise.
Me: I’m going to Napa with Claire and the girls this weekend.
Landon: Maybe I’ll join you in your room. No one will know.
Me: I can be loud. That may not be a good idea.
Landon: I love it when you scream my name when you come.
Me: What else do you love?
Landon: Your big brown eyes staring up at me with my cock down your throat.
Me: Has anyone ever told you you’re a naughty boy?
Landon: I do the punishing.
Me: How do you plan on punishing me for making you worry today?
Landon: It’s in the surprise.
Landon: I wish you were here with me now.
Me: Your mom has better hearing than an owl. Guarantee she’d know you were creeping down to my bedroom. I’m sure she got up early this morning when I got in the pool.
Landon: When you talk about my mother, you destroy my erection. The same can be said for Claire.
Me: We’ll have lots of erections in our future.
Landon: How can you be so patient? You turn me on with your mind, body, and soul. I think of the look on your face when you come all the time.
Me: Tomorrow, we’re working all day together.
Landon: I can’t wait.
Me: Goodnight.
Landon: Goodnight.
I put my phone down, but I’m so amped I can hardly sleep. I think about our texting and the last time we were together. I run my hands down my ribcage and across my hips. I’m wet and needy.
I move my fingertips to my nipples, concentrating the sensation into one spot. Butterfly touches send flickers of pleasure along my skin and nerves. My whole body responds to this touch in two places.
My fingers find my clit, and I slowly circle it, imaging it’s Landon and his tongue.
My fingers slip inside. My hand rocks and strokes, inside and out. I can no longer stop my hips from jerking or my thighs from twitching as I ride my hand. My breasts sway, and my toes curl and point over and over. Wet sounds mingle with soft, hungry moans, breaking the quiet of the night and releasing all my pent-up energy.
The word please forms in my mind, but I can’t tell if I’ve said it or thought it. The frantic energy of the moment is so good, so right, so perfect—and then pleasure rushes through me as I come undone.
It would be better if Landon were here, but he is in my dreams.
Chapter 19
Landon
I had to take care of myself after my text session with Tinsley last night, and my sleep was filled with thoughts of her. I love my parents, but I need some alone time with Tinsley. Quality alone time.
Rolling over, I see it’s after seven. I’m sure everyone is awake. My morning wood is strong. It wants Tinsley, not my hand.
I hop in the shower and set it a little cold to simmer myself down. I may need that erection later today, if I’m lucky.
When I join my parents in the kitchen, I’m just in time to see Tinsley exit the pool outside. God, she’s beautiful.
“What would you like for breakfast, sweetheart?” my mom asks.
Tinsley. I turn to my mom. “Toast is fine.”
After a moment, Tinsley joins us with a towel on her head and coverup over her suit. “Good morning.”
“Same as yesterday, or would you prefer some eggs this morning?” Mom asks her.
“Tea and fruit are perfect.”
Mom hands her a cup of tea, and I go back to reading my email. Fiona McFee wants to meet again early this morning. I’m hoping we can countersue the bitch who filed this paternity suit against me.
I wander back to Tinsley’s room. “Tinsley?”
“Come on in,” she yells.
I walk in, and she’s standing in a thong and a demicup bra. My cock is immediately hard and ready. I shut the door behind me. “You’re killing me.”
She smiles and touches a nipple, which is straining behind her bra.
“I have to go see my lawyer this morning. Are you going to SHN or is Cameron meeting you at our offices?”
She pulls a T-shirt over her head, which fits snugly across her tits. “SHN. I’m meeting with him and his team.”
I watch her pull on a pair of jeans, and they fit like a second skin. I love the way she looks, but a guy would have to be dead not to notice how hot she is. I’m about to object to her outfit when she grabs a big sweater and pulls it on, hiding all of her assets.
“Thank you.”
She kisses me. “Only you get to see it all.”
“I’m getting a hotel room this afternoon, and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
She cocks her head to the side. “You can do that after we’ve finished this coding and get caught up.”
Always focused, this one. I sigh.
We walk out together, and I tell her where I’ll catch up with her later today as I sprint out the door. I need to get a good answer out of Fiona.
Greg is waiting for me downstairs, and we head over to the financial district where Fiona’s offices are. I call Claire.
“Hey,” she answers, out of breath.
“Am I interrupting?”
She laughs. “I ran to the phone in the bedroom from the kitchen.”
“Sure.” I know she’s telling the truth, but it’s fun to yank her chain. “What are you doing with Mom and Dad today?”
“They’re on their own.” She
