Spying Under the Mistletoe (Love Undercover #2) - Stina Lindenblatt Page 0,56

to his width. “Christ,” he murmurs into my shoulder. The rest of his words are lost against my bare skin.

His warm breath tickles, and I laugh softly.

He moves off my shoulder and grins down at me. “I hope that isn’t a reflection of what you think of my cock inside your sweet heat.” His gaze shifts to where his member is seated deep inside me. “Because if you want my opinion, your pussy wrapped around my cock is looking pretty magnificent.” He grins at me, and I laugh louder this time.

“Don’t worry, your manhood is perfectly safe with me.” Finished with the conversation, I thrust my hips up. I want to feel him moving inside me.

“Good to know.” He kisses me tenderly…and then gets back to business.

He circles his hips and plunges inside me again and again and again. With each move of his hips, he inches me closer to a new edge, my panted breaths matching his.

I shift my legs to wrap around his waist, using his body to create more friction against my clit. “Oh, God. Oh, God, Oh, God,” I say on a long moan.

“Come for me again,” he grits out, and the sound of his voice strained with desire is all that it takes.

I’m steamrolling toward the abyss at neck-breaking speed, and nothing is holding me back.

My inner muscles tighten around his cock in a gratifying hug, and I cry out his name, louder this time.

No sooner have the words tumbled from my mouth, than Landon releases an equally loud groan, animalistic in sound. “Fuuuuck.”

I watch with blurry-eyed satisfaction as his orgasm powers through him. I did this to him. Me.

Once he’s regained awareness and disposed of the condom, he climbs under the covers and pulls me to him. I rest my head against his chest. He runs his hand up and down my arm.

“That was nice,” I say on a drowsy sigh.

“I’m glad you approve.”

“Most definitely. I can’t remember the last time I had sex like that. Correction, I can’t remember if I’ve ever had sex like that. If I knew sex with a fake boyfriend was all it took, I would have found one a long time ago.” I grin at him, expecting him to laugh.

But he’s not laughing. He’s frowning.

Okay, definitely not what I was expecting.

“You’ve never had sex like that?”

I brush my hand across his stomach. “Not everyone is great at it like you are, Landon.”

He keeps frowning as if the idea of all the women in the world not experiencing orgasms like he gave me has greatly affronted him.

Maybe if he’s really that concerned, he can create an online course to help men figure out how to please a woman. He’d probably make a fortune from it.

And then he wouldn’t have to put his life at risk like he does now with his job.

My stomach does a not-so-impressive flip that ends in a belly flop at the thought. I have no idea why.

“How many boyfriends have you had?” he asks.

My hand moves up, and I absentmindedly draw circles and squiggles on his chest. It hadn’t been on my agenda to admit to my romantic failures, but maybe the mind-blowing sex short-circuited my brain, because the next thing I know, I’m saying, “Just two. There was one in college, but he dumped me a week before graduation due to a job offer in another state.

“Two years later, I met my first and only serious boyfriend. But like my stepfather and biological father, he decided he didn’t want to be part of my life. A few days after he told me he loved me, he sent me a text to recant all that and tell me he was through with me.”

All right, not his exact words, but the sentiment was the same.

It certainly felt that way at the time.

Landon stiffens under me. “Was your relationship with your father and stepfather close prior to both men leaving your mother?”

“I thought so at the time, but I guess not. For all I know, they now have new families, with several kids and dogs and maybe a cat or two. All those things I wanted growing up, but never really got, other than Nikolai, who was the closest I ever came to having a sibling.”

Landon’s heartbeat picks up speed under my head. Not a whole lot, but enough for me to notice. “You and Nikolai were close?”

I nod. “Very much so. He used to have a brother and sister, but they were older and thought we