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I? Maybe if it was just sex. Landon is the kind of guy who is used to just sex, but would my panic attacks get in the way of even trying that?
    “What are we going to do when we get back? What is this between us?” I blurt out before I realize I’m speaking.  
    “No talking,” Landon barks. “Just focus on driving.”  
    I sigh and return my attention to driving the car back in silence.  
    When I pull the car back into the garage parking spot, I hear Landon take a deep, relaxing breath. He barely breathed the whole time I was driving, but I don’t give him time to breathe for long before I start my questioning.  
    “What are we doing?” I stare down at the floor not wanting to meet his eyes; I know my eyes would give away too much — deeper feelings for him that I can’t have.  
    “I think we are friends with more. Whether we stay away from each other or hang out every day, I don’t think anything will change that.”  
    “Friends with more what? Like friends with benefits?”  
    “Friends with more possibilities. You need help getting over your panic attacks. I need inspiration to write more music. We could help each other. It wouldn’t just be about the sex. It would be about helping each other. After we do, we can go back to just being friends who have a deeper understanding of each other.” I stare at him still confused, but the confusion doesn’t stop me. All I could do while he was talking was stare at his moist, inviting lips. And remember how amazing it felt when they touched mine. My lips meet his almost of their own accord.   Almost in unison, his hand grabs the back of my neck to pull me toward him as my hands go to his thick messy hair. I pull him against me, showing him that I want him just as much as he wants me.  
    His tongue explores every inch of my mouth as I moan in ecstasy, but his hands don’t stay on my neck, they travel down my body feeling my breasts. I moan loudly as he pinches my nipple so hard I’m afraid he’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t care as I feel warm liquid escape me. I can’t believe how fast he is turning me on.  
    When his hands drift between my panties, I scream. He moves his lips to my neck nibbling his way up and down trying to quiet me.  
    “Baby, you’re going to have to be quiet. I don’t feel like getting arrested today.”
    “Mmm,” I moan quieter this time as he touches my hot slit. He rubs slowly at first, getting me used to the sensation before he starts moving his finger faster against my bud. I groan louder, and his hand goes to cover my mouth, muffling my scream. I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking roughly, as his other hand builds me faster and faster. I bite down on his fingers when he slips one inside me unable to hold back my scream. He slides another finger in, moving faster and building me until I’m almost there when suddenly his fingers stop.  
    “Don’t stop. I want more,” I say.  
    Landon smiles and kisses me sweetly on the lips. “Not today, baby. I need you to get so heavy with heat and need that when I do take you, there is no way any image or thought will cross your mind except how much you need me.” He removes his hand from my dripping pussy, and I pout because I need more of him. I need to come, but I understand he doesn’t want me to have another panic attack. I melt a little as he licks his fingers tasting my mixture of salty and sweet.  
      “Are you available Friday?” he asks, although he says it more like a command. I frown even more. Friday is three days away. Three days until I can feel his hands on me again. I’m going to spend the next few days with a vibrator in my hand.  
    “Yes, as friends with the possibility for …” I let my sentence trail off, not wanting to say a possibility for sex, but Landon is on the same page as me.  
    “More,” Landon says winking at me. He hands me my prosthetic leg. I put it on quickly, and we both get out. He walks me back to my condo. My