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Chapter Six
Dean
The first thing I notice is her scent. Jasmine and roses. She’s floral sweet; my favorite scent as of the last several months. I can’t go anywhere and see flowers, let alone smell them, without thinking of Payton.
The next thing I notice is the way the swell of her breasts press against my chest as she moves in closer. Her bag is discarded on the floor, an inconvenience she’s quickly ignoring. If only our clothes could be disposed of just as quickly.
When I discovered the extra zeros on Payton’s documents, I quickly called home and told Mom that there was an issue. I know Bri is in good hands; probably already fed and heading towards the bath. My call to Mom was quick and the message was simple: I don’t know how long I’ll be.
No, this wasn’t exactly my intention when I called her, but I’m not about to pass up one second alone with Payton. My daughter’s taken care of and that’s all that matters. Taking advantage of this unexpected time Payton’s offering is a damn close second. Even if the night’s cut short so we can get back to our own lives.
Looking down into her cloudy emerald green eyes, a bolt of lust slams into my gut and spreads throughout my bloodstream. “We seem to keep finding ourselves in this same predicament.”
“Which one would that be?” she asks coyly, but she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“I can’t seem to stay away from you.” My voice is deep and husky and laced with desire.
“I can’t stay away from you either.” Her confession is like a beautiful song, sweet and poignant.
When I lean forward, lining up our lips perfectly, I hesitate for a second, giving her a chance to back out. Her eyes are burning into mine, and I know without a doubt that she’ll never walk away. She can’t. Just like me. There’s something incredibly strong that pulls us towards each other. I’m not about to question it, not with her body pressed against mine.
Slowly, I lower my lips to hers, savoring the first taste of her lips in so many long weeks. She’s like a balm, an elixir to my soul, and I have no clue why or how that happened. She’s more than a booty call or a one-night stand. Even that first night when I snuck out in the early hours of the morning to go get my daughter, I knew she was more.
My lips move on their own, coaxing her mouth open so I can get my first real hit of Payton. When my tongue slides into her mouth and touches hers, blood floods into my cock, which is pulsing and throbbing painfully in my pressed Dockers. My dick reacts this way every damn time she’s around, let alone when I get to touch and taste her.
Her hands slide up my back, gripping at my dress shirt, pulling it from my pants. Without even realizing it, we’re moving until her ass is pressed firmly against my desk. She lifts up and perches atop the hard wood (my desk, not what’s happening in my pants). Her long legs open and wrap around my waist. Despite both of us still wearing pants, there’s no place I’d rather be.
Without breaking the kiss, my right hand reaches down and grabs her leg, lifting it up so that I can get closer. Closer to touching her. Closer to being inside her. Closer to making her come on my dick. My left hand slides up the back of her shirt. Her skin is so soft, so alluring, and so fucking smooth.
One-handedly, I unclasp her bra like a damned professional. Even I’m impressed with my skills right now, especially in light of the fact that she’s got me a fraction of an inch away from being completely out of control.
As much as it pains me, I pull away from her lips. Something else calls to me. Payton keeps her leg high on my hip and her eyes locked on mine as I slide both hands from her waistband, pushing her sweater up as I go. Her bra is askew and hanging, barely covering up her ample breasts. My mouth waters for one little taste.
I quickly shove her sweater over her head and watch the bra straps fall down her arms. Her nipples are hard little buds and my brain practically short circuits. Keeping my eyes on hers, I lower my head and stick out my tongue. Her moans of pleasure fill my entire being as I swipe my tongue gently across one, then the second tight little bud. My second pass is more aggressive, however. Her hands thread in my hair as I latch on to one perfect nipple, licking, sucking, and teasing. Payton shifts forward further on my desk, grinding against my erection.
“Holy shit, that feels so good,” she groans as I move to show the second one the same attention as the first.
“I love the way you taste. I could lick and suck on you all day.”
Reaching behind her, I push aside all of the crap on my desk. My stapler, computer mouse, tape dispenser, and penholder go flying, landing somewhere behind my desk. I lay her back, taking in the absolute breathtaking view of a half-dressed Payton splayed across my desk top.
“Damn, you are fucking spectacular like this.” Her chest rises and falls quickly and my hands tingle to touch her.
Keeping my eyes focused on hers, I reach down and pop the snap on her workpants. They’re soft and khaki, and even though they look fabulous on her ass, they’ll look even better thrown on my office floor. She helps lift her ass as I shimmy the pants down her legs. Jesus, her legs. They’re mile-long and smooth as fucking silk. I want to lick and taste every square inch.
When her pants are gone, I quickly dispose of the light blue boy-cut cotton panties. There’s no missing the dark wetness on the light material as I slide them down her legs. My already rock-hard cock is pretty much steel at this point; I’m so aroused that if she were to touch me, it all might be over with.
Now that I’ve gotten rid of those pesky clothes, I gaze down at her naked body. That little lilac tattoo, the one I love, is staring up at me, begging for me to lick it. So I do. I start at her belly button and work my way out to the purple and black ink, dragging my tongue along the delicate skin, swirling it over my favorite tattoo in the world. Payton writhes and moves beneath me, breathing hard in little pants.
Up next, I draw my tongue southward, heading straight to my favorite place to taste. I’m assaulted by the scent of her arousal, her wetness glistening along her sweet pussy. At first taste, my body almost erupts in my pants. She’s delicious and mouthwatering, and fuck, if I don’t crave her more than before.
I take my time, gently sliding my tongue along the seam of her. She groans loud enough to be heard in the lower level. Thank God it’s after hours and we’re locked in here. I flick my tongue across her swollen clit, working her closer and closer to an orgasm. Payton’s always been the most responsive woman I’ve been with. No one has ever made me feel like King of the World the way she does every time we’re together.
Perching her legs on my shoulders, I work her over with my mouth. I can feel her legs tensing, tightening around my neck. Using my two fingers, I move her lips apart and slide my tongue inside of her tightness. She’s grinding against my face, riding my tongue like it’s a prized bull at the rodeo. Only, I want to ride her longer than eight seconds. I can feel her internal muscles tightening around my tongue, and I know she’s getting close.
“I want to feel you come on my tongue,” I tell her before diving back in. Her only response is a loud groan.
Licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue, it’s enough to push her over the edge. Her orgasm rips through her body, her back arching up off my desk. It’s a true sight to behold, one I’ll never forget. The way she shudders beneath my hands, her juices coating my tongue and lips. Best. Feeling. Ever.
