Author Anonymous_ A True Story - E.K. Blair Page 0,7

comfort. The patience Landon has exuded these past few months says a lot about who he is as a man. Never pushing, only ever taking each moment for what it is and allowing us to bond as friends.

And now . . . now I give in to what I’ve been wanting but have been too scared.

I unbutton his shirt and push it back, sliding it over his shoulders and down his arms. His skin is smooth under my touch as I run my hands around his back and up his neck, burying my fingers in his hair. Landon’s head falls back onto the cushion, and he stares up at me. His face glows in the firelight.

“I never wanted anything as much as I want you,” he says deeply, and his words elicit my need to be closer to him.

Taking the hem of my top in my hands, I slip it over my head and drop it to the floor next to his shirt with my bra to follow next. Exposed to him for the first time, he looks at my body for a moment before shifting his eyes back to mine.

His breathing is just as heavy.

He touches me.

Skin to skin.

My body melts in a frisson of passion.

He picks me up and lays me down on my back. His eyes speak for him, asking a silent ‘is this okay?’, and when I nod, his hands grip the waistband of my pants before sliding them down along with my panties. He keeps his pants, but he spreads my legs and lies between them. With my fingers digging into his shoulders, he slides his tongue over my nipple and then sucks it into his hot mouth. He moves from one breast to the other as he drags his hand down between my thighs. Watching me intently, a sexy smirk graces his lips when his fingers slide between my folds and find my clit.

“Oh, God,” I moan as I open my legs wider.

Already wet with desire for him, I can feel him use my arousal to coat his fingers as he rolls them over my clit, driving my body to bow up to him.

“Open your eyes,” he says, and I do. “Does my touch hurt you?”

I shake my head.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I breathe on a broken pant.

“Don’t ever be scared of my touch,” he says before sliding his fingers inside me.

“Landon.”

My eyes fall shut as he continues to touch me so intimately, but it’s not enough.

I want more.

Need more.

I reach down with greed and unfasten his pants. He helps my eager hands and removes the rest of his clothes. Once he slides on the condom, I pull him down to me and kiss him. He holds himself against me, and I lose my control. Needing him to be mine, I arch my back at the same time he pushes himself inside me, melding our bodies completely.

This is where my life takes a shift. It’s only a momentary shift, but one I’ve come to yearn for. When I step onto the plane, I’m no longer Tori Garrison, I’m Madilyn Kline. It’s always a breath of fresh air when I can leave Tori, wife and mother, behind and become this pseudo-self I’ve created. Madilyn is perceived by my fans as a seductive woman who radiates confidence and sexuality. But she’s fictional, just like the characters in my books. I’m a far cry from the sexually confident woman the world thinks I am. Sure, I write explicit stories of love and romance, but my sex life is nothing like that in my books.

The only person in my inner circle who is privy to both women is Brooke. She sees all of me. She always has.

Brooke eyes me mischievously when I walk into our dorm room wearing the same clothes I wore last night. Heat burns my cheeks as I open my closet, attempting to avoid looking at her all-too-knowing stare, and strip off my clothes in exchange for the comfort of pajamas.

Once changed, I hop onto my bed and slip under the covers.

“Late night?” Brooke inquires with a sly tone to her voice.

It’s the first time I’ve gone on a date with Landon and have not returned in the same night. I can’t help the slight timidity I feel, and I cannot control myself when I break out into uncomfortable laughter, pulling the sheets over my head.

“You’re such a slut,” she teases through her own fit of giggles and throws a pillow at me. “Tell me