Spying Under the Mistletoe (Love Undercover Book 2)

by Stina Lindenblatt

  When she doesn’t protest, I move my hand up an inch and brush my thumb across her nipple.

  She moans in my mouth, giving me the signal I so desperately need. I continue teasing the bud as it tightens under the fabric.

  I’m not the only one making the most of the intermission. Chloe tugs the hem of my T-shirt up and slides her warm hand under the fabric. Her fingers graze across the ridges and valleys of my abs.

  I suck in a sharp breath and go back to kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck. “Maybe we should take this upstairs to your room,” I say, the words low and rough between panted breaths.

  “You don’t want to watch the rest of the game?”

  “Not at this particular moment. And I don’t exactly want an audience for what I want to do to you next.” I look pointedly at the snoozing puppy. “Let me put him in his crate, and we can continue upstairs where I think we’re headed next.” I look at her for further confirmation.

  Without a word, her hand drifts to the noticeable bulge in my jeans, and she gives it a light squeeze.

  Message received.

  19

  Chloe

  Landon leaves the room to put Whiskey in his crate.

  While he’s gone, I listen to the hockey commentators and turn off the TV once I hear Landon returning from the laundry room.

  My heart rate accelerates, like the two Rock players who just scored the goal. But unlike them, my heart feels out of control, unsure what to expect next.

  It’s been an awfully long time since I last had sex. I have no idea if it’s like riding a bike: you never forget how to do it.

  I’m hoping that’s true.

  I push myself to my feet and close the distance between Landon and me. The heat in his eyes causes me to stumble.

  He reaches out to me, and I take his hand. He then leads me upstairs to his bedroom. My heart practically races us there, the party planner for the end of the sex-dry-spell celebration.

  In his room, the pale moonlight glows softly on the walls and white sheets. An image of us bathed in the light of the moon as it witnesses me cry out Landon’s name as I come floods my thoughts.

  Well, hopefully, I come.

  It wasn’t that way with the last two men I slept with.

  As if sensing my hesitation, Landon wraps his arms around me. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He plants a soft kiss on my jaw.

  “No, I definitely want to. It’s just…it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man that way.” My chest tightens, and my face tingles with a rush of heat. It feels like embarrassment—and also regret. Regret that I sound like a clueless, sacrificial virgin.

  I bite my lower lip.

  He tenderly runs his thumb along it, loosening my hold. “Then, we’ll go slow.” His hand cradles the back of my head and his mouth brushes against mine.

  My body melts at his touch. This man, who has risked his life to protect the freedoms we hold dear, has complete command of my body.

  And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  The fingers of his other hand inch the hem of my sweater up. The dizzying touch of his fingertips skims across my belly, and I shiver.

  My fingers reach for his T-shirt, and I help him remove it.

  He strips me out of my top, and I shimmy out of my yoga pants.

  A languid smile spreads across Landon’s face. His gaze drifts down my partially naked body. I’m standing in nothing but my deep-purple lace bra and matching panties, and from the way he’s smiling, he clearly approves.

  “Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

  No sooner are the words out, than he’s kissing me.

  This time the kisses aren’t tentative. They’re hungry.

  Possessive.

  Consuming.

  They feed every part of me with a need I’ve never experienced before. With a need I might never experience again.

  My breath comes in so fast, so unevenly, if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was the one racing down the ice, desperate to get to the goal.

  Since one of us is more undressed than the other, I seek to remedy that. My fingers stumble on his button, working hard to slip it through its hole.

  Luckily, the button takes pity at my efforts and goes through without further resistance.

  Landon’s hand covers one of my breasts. He runs his thumb across the hard peak hidden under the purple lace. I moan into his mouth.

  Somehow, I quickly unzip his jeans, unapologetically rubbing my fingers along his hardening length. Landon hisses into my mouth.

  I smile, smugly, my lips still attached to his.

  Even more so when I slip my fingers through the opening of his pants and feel his warm cock through the fabric of his underwear. He’s wearing either briefs or boxer briefs. I can’t tell which, but I’m dying to know. Now.

  I remove my hand from his jeans and tug the waistband over his hips, hinting very clearly what I want him to do.

  He wisely takes my hint.

  A moment later, he’s standing in nothing but a pair of sexy black boxer briefs. His socks were ripped off his feet at the same time he removed his jeans.

  His well-endowed cock strains against his underwear, to the point where I’m expecting him to rip through the fabric.

  Let me help you with that.

  I reach for them at the same time Landon lowers the cup of my bra, exposing my nipple to his eager mouth.

  And all thoughts of getting him out of his boxer briefs are temporarily derailed.

  With his tongue teasing my nipple, he guides me to the bed behind me and makes it clear that he wants me to lie down.

  Before I have a chance to do just that, his talented fingers have me out of my bra in record time. He reaches for the lamp on his bedside table and turns it on. A soft glow fills the room, washing away the one from the moon.

  While he’s busy opening his drawer, I move to the center of the bed.

  He removes several square metallic wrappers from a box, shucks off his boxer briefs, and climbs onto the bed to straddle my calves.

  I groan in my chest at his perfection, the cut of his muscles in his abs, chest, shoulders. His arms and legs are pretty damn fine, too.

  His fingers make deft work of removing my panties, sliding them along my legs. They disappear somewhere over the edge of the bed.

  At the way he openly appraises my body, an awkwardness shimmers through me. It’s been a while since a man has seen me naked.

  On instinct, my hands move to cover me, but I don’t get that far. Sensing what I’m about to do, Landon grabs them and returns them to the bed.

  “No covering yourself.” His low, gravelly voice leaves me squirming on the bed, all shades of turned-on. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Chloe.” He doesn’t say it as though he’s surprised by that.

  His tone implies that he never expected otherwise—no matter how I looked naked, he would’ve felt the same way.

  A small whimper escapes my lips, too soft for him to hear.

  He moves back slightly, grabs my ankles, and spreads my legs open. His hungry eyes devour every inch of me. The whimper that escapes me this time is louder, more demanding. Heat and wetness rush to my core, leaving me writhing on the bed, desperate for relief.

  The lazy smile returns to Landon’s face. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me—and he doesn’t appear too repentant about it.

  He gently plants a soft kiss midway between the apex of my legs and my knee. The kisses continue northward, each one eliciting a shiver through me.

  At the junction between my legs, he plants one final kiss. This one is on my clit.

  He licks it, and my hips jerk up off the bed. He parks his hand on one hip, pinning it down. His tongue continues working on my mound, driving me into a frenzy. I’m writhing and moaning and knotting my fingers in his hair.

  He laughs softly, his breath brushing my swollen clit, pushing me closer to the edge.

  “Oh, God,” is the only coherent phrase I manage to say,
if you can call it coherent.

  And because he apparently hasn’t finished driving me insane with need, Landon pushes a finger against my opening and adds another one.

  As his tongue has its way with me, Landon pulls his fingers out a few inches, then plunges them inside me again. He curves them slightly, finding the spot that causes all the tight threads to unravel. Hard.

  A blinding white heat rushes through me, searing me to the core, and I cry out his name.

  At first, I’m floating like ash in the air after a volcano explodes. All the tiny pieces separating in the breeze, unable to find any real form again.

  But bit by slow bit, my body resumes its previous shape, and I skink back to the bed. I give Landon my own liquid smile, too boneless to do much else for the moment. He chuckles, pride clearly stamped on his face.

  He rips open the condom wrapper and smoothly rolls the rubber onto his thick length. I run the tip of my tongue along my lower lip, imagining what it will taste like if I lick the head of his cock. Picturing in my head the sounds he would make if I took it into my mouth.

  He rejoins me on the bed and positions himself between my legs. He then slowly enters me, letting my body adjust 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 were annoying little brats.” I laugh softly. “They were probably right.” I shift position, so I’m lying on my side, my head propped up with my bent arm. “We liked playing practical jokes on them. They didn’t appreciate it.”

  “What kind of jokes?”

  “Mostly silly, immature ones, but at the time, we thought we were geniuses. My aunt had a different opinion about the genius part. Especially after Nikolai and I glued his sister’s science project shut so she couldn’t open it.”

  Landon laughs. “You really did that?”

  “Not our finest moment, I’ll admit. She’d spent hours on the trifold display, so naturally, she wasn’t too impressed with what we did.” Understatement of the year. “Nikolai and I clearly hadn’t thought things through. Because his sister wasn’t above getting us back. We had to redo her project for her, which ended up looking better than anything she’d created. But that wasn’t enough for her to not get her revenge.”

  “What did she do?”

  “She took my favorite doll and soaked her in blue ink. The doll looked like a human Smurf after that. Nadia then painted Nikolai’s favorite Star Wars spaceship bright pink.”

  That makes Landon laugh even harder.

  “I believe that was the last time we pranked his sister.” Nadia had proved she was the master, and we were mere amateurs.

  “He sounds like a great cousin.”

  “He is. We haven’t spoken for a while now. He’s been busy.” Running the family business will do that to a person.

  “Do you miss him?” Landon caresses my arm again.

  “Very much. Nikolai wasn’t just like a brother to me. He was my best friend. He was there for me when my biological father left my mom and me. I was seven at the time and devastated. I knew my mom was hurting, so I had to be brave for her. But it was so hard. Nikolai was the one who was there for me, holding me when all I could do was cry. He was the one who did everything in his power to make me smile again.

  “And then several years later, my best female friend died of leukemia. I didn’t have many friends at the time, so like when my father left, I took it hard. Nikolai was there for me again. The same deal when my stepfather left my mom. Nikolai was the one who held me when all I could do was cry.” He was also the one who told me I wasn’t jinxed when it came to the people I loved. And no matter what, he would always be there for me.

  “He sounds like a great man.”

  “He is. Life wasn’t easy for him, either. Not later on anyway. When he was six
teen, his parents and siblings were killed when their vehicle blew up. Nikolai was supposed to be with them that day. We both were. But I got the flu and couldn’t go. He was only going because I wanted to see the classical concert with him and his family. So he skipped out on the concert and went to see a hockey game with friends.”

  “I guess, in a way, you saved his life.”

  I smile at Landon. It’s not a huge grin, but it’s filled with sweet memories all the same. “That’s what he used to say, too. He said if I hadn’t gotten sick, we would’ve both died that day.”

  Landon threads his fingers through my hair. “I’m glad you got sick and weren’t in the vehicle.” His voice is little more than a whisper. He leans into me and brushes his lips against mine. “I’m glad you didn’t die.”

  “Me too,” I whisper back.

  20

  Landon

  My mouth moves on Chloe’s soft lips, and a newfound respect for Nikolai Orlov burns in my veins.

  But that still doesn’t change anything.

  He might have been there for her when her father and stepfather took on the role of douchebags, and when her best friend died of leukemia, but that doesn’t alter who he is.

  The boy who Chloe remembers and loves is nothing like the man he became. Somewhere along the way, he turned into a facsimile of their grandfather.

  I pull away from Chloe just an inch. “What happened to your cousin after his parents died?”

  A voice deep in the back of my head screams, What the fuck are you doing? You’re supposed to be kissing her.

  I ignore it.

  Or try to ignore it.

  Chloe makes a small sound, a barely-there Do-you-want-to-discuss-this-now? whimper. “My mother offered for him to stay with us. I was so excited because that meant I’d get to see him all the time. But then, my grandfather, her father, decided Nikolai would be better off staying with him.”

  That would explain things. Maybe if he had stayed with Chloe and her mother, he would have turned out differently.