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CHAPTER16
Chloe
My brain was screaming slow down, my heart was saying take a leap of faith. And my vagina was screaming, ride that train to O town.
“I’d ask your place or mine, but since they’re both mine…” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“According to Mr. Benson, the bookstore hasn’t changed hands,” Peyton reminded me.
“You say tomato, I say tomato. You say not mine, I think our verbal agreement says it is,” I smirked.
Peyton grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch. “Do I have to go all caveman and claim you, woman?” Peyton growled as he slung me over his shoulder.
“Put me down, you beast,” I laughed as I teasingly slapped his backside while I hung upside down. Peyton sprinted to a staircase in the back room. It was conveniently hidden from the public.
A hidden staircase in a bookstore. If I hadn’t agreed to buy the place, I surely would now.
It wasn’t until I found myself bouncing on a bed that I realized we were in Peyton’s bedroom. I took a few seconds to glance around the room quickly. It was masculine like Peyton: dark wood for the dresser and bed, grey curtains and beddings. And remarkably clean for a guy.
The bed dipped, and the springs groaned as Peyton’s six-foot-three frame landed beside me. I turned on my side, facing him. I ran my fingers through the long strands of hair falling on his face. His fingers skimmed the hem of my t-shirt, slowly making their way across my stomach.
“We’ll take this slow, yeah?” Peyton ran his hand up my ribcage and stopped below my breast.
My hands itched to touch him. To run them across his hard chest, along broad shoulders and strong back. The sheer magnetism of this man engulfed the small room.
“We’ll take this slow? No.” I reached for his cock straining against his shorts. His hand shot out, capturing my wrist with a firm grip. The dominance of his hold throbbed low in my belly. My heart thudded, but not in fear. A sizzling current of excitement streamed through me, followed by the fierce hot liquid of need.
I lifted my other hand to cup his face and jaw. The bristle of his five o’clock shadow abraded my skin. I traced his bottom lip with my fingertips.
With a low rumble, he cuffed my other hand and brought it to his mouth. His teeth sank into the fleshy heel of my palm. An unrestrained groan escaped my lips.
“I want you, Chloe,” Peyton’s eyes projected the same want and need as mine. “I want to ravish and fuck you until your voice is raw from screaming my name. Until my body aches from giving both of us what we need.”
Each erotic word sent my imagination into overdrive. I wanted everything Peyton was offering.
“But not until I make love to you,” he added with an impish smirk. The one that I’ve wanted to kiss off his face on more than one occasion.
Peyton released my hands. I wasted no time grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head and shimming out of my shorts. I faced Peyton and raised an eyebrow. He was overdressed.
“Whether you fuck me or make love to me, Peyton, you will still have to get undressed,” I teased as I lay on the bed in nothing but my pink lacy thong and matching bra. I wore them this morning. I wanted to feel desired after the rejection last night, even if I was the one doing the rejecting.
“Good point,” he laughed. I watched as he reached behind with one hand and pulled the t-shirt from his body in one smooth motion. I reached for the tie of his shorts. This time Peyton made no attempts to stop me.
“Second base already,” Peyton remarked. “Why don’t we lead up to third before rushing in for a home run?” He cupped my face and brushed his lips against mine. On a whimper, I eagerly parted my lips for the sweet invasion of his tongue.
Peyton Manos wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to take things slow. He explored my mouth with reserved passion. I could get on board with that. As long as he fulfilled his promise to ravish me before the sun came up.
Peyton’s kiss grew in intensity, thrust for thrust, lick for lick, stroke for stroke. Greedy for more, I pressed my lips to his in a soul-searing kiss. I impatiently twisted my tongue around his, dueling, teasing, giving as well as taking.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” Peyton murmured against my ear. My flesh burned with untapped passion.
“Touch me, Peyton,” I pleaded. My back arched, pressing my hard nipples against his taut chest. The friction only intensified my need to have Peyton inside me.
Peyton took one last bruising kiss before sliding his fingers into the waistband of my lacy thong and dragging it down my legs. I reached behind and unclipped my bra. His fingers found their way into my wet folds. Peyton slid two long fingers inside me while his thumb made circles around my hard nub.
“Ummm, right there.” I moaned my pleasure as Peyton pumped his fingers mercilessly into my tight channel. I tilted my pelvis and rotated my hips, chasing the high of an oncoming orgasm.
“Come for me, Chloe,” Peyton demanded before planting another scorching kiss on my lips. My body tensed, gushing moisture down my thighs. He pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, sending me spiraling over the edge.
I was too distracted by Peyton’s ministrations to notice my hands had traveled to Peyton’s cock. Once my orgasm subsided, I gripped the head and ran my hand along Peyton’s hard shaft. The blue veins pulsed as precum coated its head. I continued to pump and tease while staring into Peyton’s lust-filled eyes.
“Chloe, stop. Please,” he groaned on a strangled plea. “If you don’t, I’ll come before I can make good on my promise to fuck you.”
