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I laugh at that, loving that I reduced this man to a quivering mess. “Yeah, we just did.”
He chuckles against my flesh and shakes his head. “Did you hate it?”
“I’ve never hated anything more,” I say.
“We’ll see about that
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CHAPTER SIX
Roman
I CANNOT BELIEVE I just had sex with my best friend’s kid sister. Not only that, I owned her, took everything she was giving and gave it back to her just as hard, maybe even harder. The truth is, her sweet, barely touched body came alive under my greedy hands, and I swear to God, knowing I was the one who could do that to her... Let’s just say it rocked my world, and I’ve never come so hard in my entire life. She might have given me everything, and I damn well took it, but it was Peyton who held all the power, in a fundamental way.
I cast her a glance as we walk down the sidewalk, the early-morning sun beating down on us, but the warm rays have nothing to do with the glow on her face. No, I’m the reason her cheeks are flushed with heat. I take in her light blue dress, perfect for the classroom, and smooth my hand over my tie. Peyton’s look is more casual than mine, but I’m comfortable in a suit and tie—my usual business attire. I don’t need it for my job, but I grew up always having to look my best in public.
As people hurry by, heading to their workplaces, she hums under her breath, and I wish she’d stop. Now every time I hear that sound on her lips, it will take me back to her bedroom. We shouldn’t have done that. No, I should have been stronger. An uncomfortable pressure builds in my chest. Christ. If her brother ever found out...
He can’t find out.
He won’t.
No regrets, Roman.
“Peyton, about Cason, I—”
She puts her hand up to stop me. “First, I know how important he is to you and I’m not going to let anything happen to your relationship. Second, what I do with my body and who I sleep with is not his business,” she says, and my shoulders relax.
I’m an honest guy. Shit, I pride myself on it, and I’m a complete and utter asshole for A, sleeping with Peyton, and B, keeping it from Cason. I guess in the end, the fact that neither of us wants more, that we will go back to a clean slate when we’re done here, means Cason never really has to know. Never has to know the guy he trusted with his sister, the guy he could always count on, betrayed the hell out of him.
Shit.
“You ready for this?” I ask, and her smile is a bit shaky when she lifts her head to me. A small shiver goes through her despite the warmth in the air.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“You’re cold.”
“Probably just from nerves.”
I frown down at her. “You always seem a little bit cold, Peyton.”
She shrugs and I put my arm around her and draw her body close.
“Look at that, you didn’t even flinch,” I tease, wanting to ease her tension. This job is important to her. Being there for young minds, making them all feel important, loved and cherished—all the things she’d never felt, from anyone but Cason, growing up—is her life’s goal.
She chuckles. “I guess it’s a good thing we had that little experiment, then.”
“That’s what we’re calling it, is it?” My gaze goes to her lush mouth. She opened that mouth for me this morning, the sweet sight more welcoming than a hard rain after a summer’s drought. Christ, she took me so deep into her throat. Deeper than I would’ve ever expected her to take me, and how is it that oral sex with a woman who’d never given it before completely eclipsed every experience from my past? I wanted to come down her throat, fill her mouth with every last drop, but I needed to be inside her. Needed her snug sex muscles to milk my release more than I needed my next breath.
Dark lashes fall slowly over emerald eyes, and her look is demure, coy. “Yes. That’s what we’re calling it.”
Shit, I love this teasing side of her. But two can play that game. “Fine, but I’d prefer if you didn’t use the word little when you’re referring to sex with me.”
Her jaw drops open and her gorgeous green eyes go wide. “Did the humorless Roman Bianchi just crack a joke?” She reaches up and puts her hand on my forehead. “Are you sick, running a fever...delirious?”
I shove her hand away. “All right, smart-ass.”
