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Peyton opened her eyes and looked at him. “Why wouldn’t I want to stay?”
“I don’t know, I just figured after the day you had you might not be interested in having sex.”
Peyton shifted her body. She sat up and turned toward him. “Are you not wanting to have sex?”
“Me? No, I wasn’t sure if you would want to, and I didn’t want you to feel obligated.”
“Ryan, I don’t do obligatory sex. If I didn’t want to be here. I wouldn’t be. Did my work stuff freak you out?”
“No, god, no, it’s not that. I just didn’t want to be an insensitive dick. Trust me, I definitely want to fuck you.” He pushed his hair off his forehead. “I always want to fuck you,” he uttered. “That’s kind of the problem. I don’t know how good I am at reading the signs at the moment because my brain isn’t the one doing the thinking.”
Peyton set her glass of wine on the edge of the tub and eased her leg over him, so she was straddling his lap. “Then how about we both stop thinking all together?”
He grabbed her hips and held her down on top of him, shifting his weight so his cock slid against her pussy, making them both groan. “I like the way your mind works.”
Threading his hand into her hair, he brought her mouth to meet his. Fuck, nobody kissed like Peyton.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached behind him and hit the button to turn on the jets. Peyton jumped as the jets fired to life.
Ryan slid his hand under her ass, picked her up, and eased them both to the other side of the hot tub where the lounger seat was. Jets hit his knee as shifted toward the middle of the seat. He set Peyton down on the middle of the seat. She instantly jumped up, and he grinned. “What’s wrong?”
Peyton glanced over her shoulder, then back at him. “Umm, nothing.”
“Why don’t you sit back down then?”
She chewed her bottom lip. “Umm.”
“Problem?”
Her eyes flicked behind her again and back to him. “There’s, umm, jets all over this seat?”
Ryan laughed. “Yeah, I know that’s kind of the point of why I brought you over here.”
Peyton’s eyebrow furrowed as she watched him. “Really?”
“Absolutely.” He dug his hands into her full ass and brought her down so he could rub her pussy along his cock. “Think of it like a giant water vibrator.” He shifted her back so just the edge of her ass rested on the seat. She squirmed at the same time a little moan broke out from her mouth. “You never used a jetted tub to get yourself off, baby?”
“Umm, no, my budget doesn’t exactly extend to jetted tubs.”
Ryan shifted her back a little further, knowing full well it didn’t matter if he moved her forward or back. One of those eight leg jets was going to hit her pussy. “You got a couple of them hitting you now?”
Peyton squirmed as her eyes closed. “Mmm hmm.”
“Where are they hitting you?”
“Umm… the main part is kind of hitting my thighs but, umm,” she moaned. “Some bubbles and stuff are hitting my clit.”
“Just the bubbles?”
“Mmm hmm.”
Ryan cupped her ass and the jet hit him on the back of hand. He firmly cupped her cheeks and changed the angle of her hips to set her ass on one of the jets. Peyton jumped.
“What about that one?” He knew exactly where it had hit her, but he really wanted to hear her say it.
Even in the hot water, he could see the blush that ran up her face. She was so sensual, but so shy at the same time. The contrast made him want to corrupt her every chance he got.
He eased her back, so the jet aimed at the crack of her ass again. Peyton tilted her head to the side slightly and cleared her throat.
