Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
I find myself giggling at his question. It’s like we’re teenagers all over again. Only back then texting wasn’t really around yet.
Me: Maybe… is that something you would be interested in?
Landon: Does the title come with benefits?
Me: It does…
Landon: I’m going to need you to be specific. I need to know what I’m getting myself into.
My stomach flip-flops. I have no idea how to flirt through text. I’ve never done this before. Do I text back something sweet? Sexy? As I’m overthinking it, my phone rings in my hand, causing me to jump and almost drop the phone. The ring is different, and I quickly realize Landon is Facetiming me.
“Hello?” I say slowly when the call connects and Landon’s gorgeous face comes up on the screen.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, his voice gravelly. The sound goes straight to my lady parts.
“I was about to text you back.”
“I’d rather hear what dating you entails.” Landon’s lips curve into a sexy smile, and my insides tighten.
“Okay, I’ll send you a voice text,” I say, hoping I can hide behind my phone.
Landon laughs. “Nope, tell me, Harper, what does dating you mean?”
“Umm…” I feel the flush creep up my neck and I’m thankful my room is somewhat dark so Landon can’t see it. “Kissing me.”
Landon’s grin cracks wider. “I like the sound of that. Where can I kiss you?”
“I don’t know,” I blurt out nervously.
“Can I kiss your lips?”
“You already have.”
“True. How about your pussy?”
“You’ve kissed that too,” I say, my entire body heating up at his crude words.
“Yeah, I have.” He smirks. “It tastes so fucking good.” He licks his lips as if he’s remembering what I taste like, and I squirm in my bed.
“So, then what benefits do I get by becoming your boyfriend?” His brows dip together for a split second before a wolfish grin splays across his face. “Does being your boyfriend mean I get to take that perfect ass?”
I’m momentarily shocked by what he’s said. I’ve never done anything like that. Richard and I had a boring sex life. Missionary and once a week. I wouldn’t doubt he was cheating on me, but I never asked because it would mean admitting what we both already knew: our marriage was one of convenience.
I settled for a subpar sex life because I didn’t love him. Wasn’t attracted to him. I couldn’t connect with him, so I didn’t care about having sex with him.
One night with Landon and I was ruined. Feeling the difference of being with someone who I’m attracted to sexually and emotionally on such a deep level has awoken my body. But it shouldn’t surprise me. Being with Landon is as easy as it was when we were teenagers. I had been drawn to him back then and twelve years later that chemistry is even more potent.
“I’ve never done that,” I admit softly. “But I would.” I swallow the lump in my throat as I prepare to open up to him in a way I’ve never opened up to anybody. “I think I would do anything you wanted.” I know his dirty comment was only meant as a joke, but I need him to know the truth, even if it makes me vulnerable.
As if my words cause the mood to shift from playful to something more intense, Landon’s gaze hoods over. “Anything?” he asks. And for some reason, I think his anything goes beyond the sexual connotation we were just talking about.
“Anything,” I confirm.
“I wish I were there with you,” Landon murmurs.
“What would you do?” I ask bravely.
“I would show you all the benefits to being my girlfriend.”
“Oh, really, so I get benefits too?” I flirt. “What are they?”
“They have to be explained in person.”
“You could give me a preview now.” I shrug.
Landon nods, licking his lips. “Is your door closed?”
“Yes.” I nod eagerly, hoping this is going where I think it is.
“Are you turned on right now, baby?”
“Yes,” I croak out.
“What are you wearing?”
I press the button on my phone to turn my camera around so he can get a brief glimpse of my leggings and shirt. Not the sexiest items I own, but oh well.
“Take your pants off,” he demands. I do as he says, pushing my leggings down my thighs and then kicking them onto the ground, giving him the view of my panties.
“Those too,” he adds.
With one hand, I push my panties down my legs, leaving me completely bare.
“Fuck, Harp. I want to be there…”
“Pretend you are.”
“All right, baby, if I were there I would spread your thighs.” I do as he says, keeping the camera on my pussy and bare thighs. “I would spread your pussy lips apart and feel how wet you are.”
Spreading my legs wider, I reach down and swipe up my center. I’m soaked.
“Jesus, I can see your fingers are all wet,” Landon says. “Turn the camera around and let me see you lick your juices off your fingers. Tell me what it tastes like.”