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“Enter,” Dexen called.
One of his guards opened the door, revealing a Peyton I hadn’t seen before. Usually, he was in a crisp suit, looking imposing. Before me stood a man with worry in his eyes, in a pair of navy sweatpants and a gray long-sleeved shirt that strained across his chest and arms.
I forgot how to breathe; certain my face was still splotchy from crying.
Until he growled and lunged for Dexen.
He didn’t get very far. Hal gripped his arms, holding Peyton back.
“Hands off, Dex,” Peyton grated out through clenched teeth.
Dexen, being the man he was, kept brushing his fingers through my hair. “Interesting turn of events, don’t you think, Dom?”
He expected me to speak? Impossible considering Peyton looked so fucking tortured and had jealousy pouring from him in spades. Muscles taut, chest heaving. Only Dexen’s fingers kept me from rolling to the floor and swallowing Peyton’s cock.
A slut, I wasn’t. I only hooked up when my hand stopped being a good substitute. It was more perfunctory than anything. A need to sate so I could get on with my life.
Peyton right now, I was ready to take a number and wait for a taste of his meat.
“Hal will let you go if you promise to behave,” Dexen told him.
“Get your hands off Dom and we have a deal.”
Fingers disappeared from my hair. Peyton was released. He paid Dexen no mind, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Are you okay?” The subtle shake to his voice had me reaching for him. I cupped his cheek and brushed my thumb along his short beard.
I was so wrapped up in Peyton, I didn’t realize Dexen had stood and gone to the door. It was the sound of the latch that had me looking toward it, sweeping the room, noticing we were alone.
Peyton and Dexen had been close, once upon a time. I guess that trust still stood if Dexen left us together in his private space.
“Dom, tell me you’re all right.”
Those tears I had before resurfaced. I tried to choke them back, but it was of no use. They slid from my eyes, down my cheeks and nose, my emotions pouring from me.
“Come here, vixen.” Peyton eased me from the couch into his arms, where he lifted me and brought us back down onto the leather, me straddling his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around him. I tucked my face against his neck and let the tears fall.
A gentle hand rubbed up and down my back. Just because we were like this didn’t mean everything was okay. Peyton could still be angry at me.
“Do you hate me for what I did?” I asked.
“What are you talking about? I couldn’t hate you.”
“I deceived you.”
“Did I ask you to reveal your identity when I entered the room? No. Did I tell you to stop when we were together? No. I wanted it as much as you did.”
“There was something different about you that night. I hadn’t seen you like that before. You weren’t the Peyton I was used to. I couldn’t stop myself from touching you.”
“I wanted you so fucking bad. God, the way you moved on stage, the way you did afterward just for me. You lit a fire in me I haven’t been able to extinguish.”
His words washed over me, a balm to my soul. Behind it was a slow building heat at their meaning. He still wanted me. Or was it Ocean he desired?
Leaning back, I had to see his face when I asked, so I could verify if it was the truth. “Who do you see when you look at me, Pey? Ocean or Dominic?”
His eyes held mine, fierce with determination. “Before I knew it was you, it was Ocean I wanted. But now that I know the man behind the mask, it’s you who’s captured my attention.” Who knew Peyton Lynx could be so sweet?
I couldn’t dismiss the blaring neon sign in the room. “What about Perry?”
“What about him?”
