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“You were sitting in my apartment when I walked in the door. Did I have any other choice but to tell you?”
“No, probably not. But still. I never hear about your sexcapades other than when you’re leaving town and when you will be back. But this one is different. I have to pry even the tiniest bit of information out of you. Usually, you offer it up freely. Now spill, Marissa.
I take a deep breath and tell her everything that’s happened over the last few weeks. How I met the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life and how we ended up running into each other right here in Magnolia. I told her about that first night with Finn, about my feelings about Campbell being back in town, and I go into detail about how the idea of letting Finn in scares the shit out of me. I leave out some key details, Finn’s name specifically, and that something about him just calls to me. As if he’s the missing piece in my life I came here searching for. Something that I never once felt in all the years since Campbell and I split. If I’m being honest, these growing feelings for Finn are beginning to run deeper than anything I ever felt for Campbell.
“You’re in so much trouble.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. I don’t know if I can survive heartbreak like that again. It’s better if I keep him at arm’s length. He’ll tire of me, eventually.”
“Next time I hear you talking badly about yourself, I’m going to smack the shit out of you,” she growls, slapping me hard on the shoulder. “You’re an amazing woman, and any man would be lucky to have you on their arm.”
“Maybe. But Peyton, I can’t be in love.”
“But you said something about him calls to you.” I nod my head. “You need to at least see where this can lead.”
“Maybe.”
“No maybe, missy!” Peyton pushes back from the chair, grabbing our trash and shoving it into the container. “If this mystery man asks you out, you’re going to say yes. You are going to tell your brain to fuck off and listen to your heart for the first time in years. And then you’re going to come home and call me immediately and tell me all about it.”
“Really? I’m going to do all that?”
“Yes, or you will face my wrath.”
“Fine. If he asks again, I’ll agree to a date. I could go out with him and hate everything about him.”
“Sure. Or he can be that someone you’ve been looking for,” she responds quickly before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and giving me a quick squeeze. “Now that that’s settled, I need to head back to the bakery, and you need to shower. You smell like sex.”
“Love you, Peyton.”
“Love you, too.” She giggles as she strolls out the door, closing it tightly behind her.
I glance at the clock on the wall and see I have a few hours before I need to head to the station. Pushing to my feet, I shuffle toward my bedroom, heading directly for the bed. Not even bothering to remove my shoes, I plop down but leave my feet hanging off the end of the bed. I want nothing more than to fall asleep and dream about how things could be with Finn.
I remember the way he looked at me with hunger in his eyes, as if I was his last meal. His chiseled chin, his full head of dark, perfectly tousled hair, from just getting out of bed. The way it felt to have his full lips pressed against mine.
My core tightens for the second time today, and I’m powerless to stop the feelings running through me. Electricity shoots down my spine as I pop the button of my jeans and slide my hand into my panties, rubbing my clit with my finger.
Pulling my lip into my mouth, I imagine him lifting me in the air and setting me on the counter in the bar, then scooting me to the edge and burying his nose in my neck.
“You smell fucking delicious,” he groans, licking up the side of my neck before pulling my earlobe between his teeth. “I could fuck you right here in the bar again. Anyone could come in and see us.”
I slide two fingers between my folds, spreading my legs wider as I insert them and drag them across my G-spot.
“Fuck me, please,” I whimper as I imagine him dropping to his knees and burying his nose between my lower lips before replacing my fingers with his tongue.
I moan loudly before his hand flies up to my mouth. “You need to be quiet, sugar. I refuse to let anyone else hear your sweet little moans,” he growls before plunging his tongue back inside me.
My back arches off the bar as he continues to fuck my pussy, my walls tightening around him.
“You’re so tight, baby. I can’t wait to sink my cock between your pussy lips and have you milk it dry,” he whispers before biting down on the inside of my thigh. I check over my shoulder to ensure we don’t have any company.
I slide my fingers in and out of my pussy, wetness dripping down my hand with each thrust. My hips lift off the bed as I chase my release.
“Please. Please. Please,” I beg as I continue to fuck myself with my fingers.
My other hand slides up my body, pinching my pebbled nipple between my fingers. A mixture of pleasure and pain shoots through my body, and my core tightens.
“Come for me, sugar. I want to taste your juices on my lips for the rest of my life,” he whispers as I imagine his eyes locking with mine as I come. My mouth opens wide in a silent scream.
