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“Ahhh,” I sigh. “Expectant?

He grins and reaches for something inside the box. I only see silky straps before his hand disappears between my legs. I wait as he fastens whatever it is, two straps on my waist, then the other two going between my legs then up from behind so he can tie them all together, as he tightens the straps I feel the sensual touch of… something on my clit. It’s soft and velvety smooth, and when Landon adjusts it and does something to make it start vibrating, I gasp.

“Oh my God!”

“Do you like it?” His eyes are on mine.

My response is another moan. I’m incapable of movement, totally at his mercy. The device continues to vibrate, and the sensations are unbelievable. My body starts to writhe, caught between indescribable pleasure and the unrelenting need for more.

“Tell me you like it,” Landon whispers.

“I love it,” I manage.

He smiles, and leans down to kiss me on the lips, his weight on his elbows as his lips trail down, hovering over each nipple before laving them with his tongue, all the while the vibrations on my clit are driving me slowly, se

nsually insane.

He lets one hand trail down my body, between my legs and over the little device pulsing at my clit, then lower. One finger slip inside me, and I groan as my body clenches around it, drawing it deeper. My legs start to shake.

“Landon.” I’m begging, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for.

He looks up at me and I meet his eyes, my whole body weak with pleasure and need. “You’re perfect,” he says huskily, dropping a kiss on the heated skin of my stomach. A moment later, his finger slips out of me and I moan in protest.

“Shhh,” he whispers, his hand moving yet lower until he’s sliding it between my butt cheeks.

I resist the urge to ask what he’s doing, concentrating only on the intense sensations I’m already feeling. When he slips something soft and lubricated into my tight rear opening, I cry out in pleasure. This too is vibrating, sending me into spirals of sensation that I’m sure will drive me mad.

“Oh God!” I cry out, almost frantic with pleasure. “Landon!”

“Hmm,” he replies, attentive to my every response. “How does it feel?”

“So good,” I moan. My voice is thin and weak, and my eyes are trying to stay open. My whole body is shaking. I feel like I’m going to come any moment. “I’m going to come,” I moan weakly, my body moving restlessly. “I’m coming.”

Landon slips his finger back inside me, and I scream his name in helpless pleasure, falling apart as waves and waves of sweet sensation flow through my body.

His lips cover mine, kissing over my cries. My climax leaves me weak, and yet the vibrations continue. I’m drowning in a sea of pleasure, and yet I want more. I watch Landon rise on his knees between my legs and the sight of his cock; turgid and thickly veined, horizontal because of how hard he is…is almost enough to make me come again.

“I want you inside me,” I beg desperately, “Please fuck me.”

He positions his cock between my legs, leaning both hands on the bed as he pushes into me. With the intense combination of sensations, I almost come at once. I pull helplessly at the binds as he starts to grind into me, each movement of his hips threatening an explosion in my body. The way he moves, the way he fucks, it’s as if he was created for this, to give my body maximum pleasure.

I hear my wild cries fill the room, my voice begging for more, screaming his name almost incoherently. I hear his grunts, rough feral sounds of pleasure as he nears his own peak, and then I lose myself, I lose control of my body, my whole being seizing with pleasure so intense that I almost pass out.

Or maybe I pass out. The next thing I remember is Landon untying me, and cradling me in his arms, the warmth of his climax still hot inside me, and the vibration of both devices gone. He lavishes kisses on my face and hair and holds me like that until I fall asleep.

THE next day, I go through my work in a haze of pleasure, my face flushing furiously whenever I think back to last night and the truly indescribable sex with Landon.

I work for half the day and spend the afternoon moving my things to my new office. Liz Buckley checks in on me and asks me how I like the place.

“It’s great,” I tell her. It’s nicer than my former office at least. It’s bigger and the view is much better.

“I hope you still think so in a few weeks,” she laughs. “Our deadlines may be harsher here than what you’re used to. We publish every week.”

I return her smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Her eyes go to the flowers on my desk, lilies, my office-warming present from Landon. I’d told him my schedule for the day, so they’d arrived in the new office just after lunch. “Those are lovely.”

“Yes.” I look in the direction of the flowers, and sigh, not only because of how beautiful they are, but also because of how much I love the person who sent them.


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