“My father was a lot smarter than I was. Or maybe it was my mother who was the smarter one. She had a list of things that needed fixing around the house, which Dad never got around to doing. But he always suddenly found time to do them whenever my mother and sisters decided it was time to watch a romance.”
That makes me laugh even harder.
Still laughing, I scroll through the selection and pick one that I’m sure Landon will hate, just because. I’ve seen it before, so I know it won’t be super cheesy. No point giving him any ammunition.
He groans.
“Part of your cover,” I tell him, “is that you have to watch the movies I want to see. And that includes Christmas romances.” I fuel my tone with the right amount of smugness and wink at him.
“But that’s only when we’re in public.” He reaches for the remote in my hand.
I bat it away. “Usually a cover means you have to live it twenty-four seven. There are no halfway in-betweens on this.”
He rolls his eyes and lunges for the remote. I reach behind me, preventing him from getting hold of it. All I accomplish is that I make it too easy for him to knock me backward onto the couch.
With my arm still stretched above my head, I squirm under his weight, trying to get into a position that will make it easier to roll him off me.
He rocks his hips, his hard cock pressing against my core. I gasp.
This is not how I initially saw things playing out.
“How about we have a contest to determine who gets to pick the movie?” he asks.
“Yeah, okay. That sounds fair.” Because I plan to win.
Right, maybe I should find out what the contest is before I so enthusiastically agree.
He rocks once more. “Whoever gives the other person an orgasm first gets to pick the movie.”
I contemplate it for a second. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
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Landon
I rockmy hard cock along her pussy, hidden under the fabric of her jeans.
It strains against the zipper ofmyjeans.
Fuck.
What the hell was I thinking?
Clearly, I wasn’t. I’m only two steps from blowing my load, and my manhood is facing great peril thanks to the Christmas romance I’ll be forced to watch if I don’t win.
But I’m hardly going to let Chloe know that.
“So how are we doing this?” she asks. “Time each other and see who lasts the longest before they have an orgasm?”
“No. I’ll be giving you an orgasm at the same time you’ll be aiming to give me one. The first one to give the other person an orgasm is the winner.”
Her eyebrow lifts. “I hope that doesn’t mean as soon as you come, that’s the end of the contest, and I don’t get to experience an orgasm.”
“That won’t be an issue, because you’ll be coming first. But yes, if I come first, I guarantee I’ll finish what I started. No one goes unsatisfied.”
“All right, may the best woman win, because I really want to seeThe Christmas Prince.” She straddles my legs again and reaches for the hem of my T-shirt, a determined look in her eyes.
Dream on, sweetheart.
