Page 53 of Her Devils

Me:You know I never lie, especially not to you.

The three dots that mean he’s typing appear, and it’s a full thirty seconds before he replies.

Peyton:I know. That’s one of the things I like about you. Listen, I’m working on conditioning right now, but I should be done soon in the gym. Want to have lunch with me? Just the two of us?

I don’t even have to think about it, my fingers swiftly typing my response.

Me:I would love to have lunch with you. Heart emoji.

This time I risk the heart emoji, feeling brave because he asked me to hang out with him.

Peyton:Awesome. Where are you? We can meet up somewhere, or I can pick you up.

Me:I just got home.

He replies instantly.

Peyton:That’s perfect. I’ll just come and join you then. I was thinking we could just order something and eat at my place or yours anyway. Dad is going to be stuck in a series of meetings all day, but your place has the advantage because I can have you all to myself and not have to share with J and Chan.

Oh.

I smile as my face heats up even more.

Me:So this is a booty call.

Again, his reply is almost instant.

Peyton:Wink emoji, smirk emoji, smirking devil emoji. Not just a booty call, but I was thinking about you, and if our clothes happen to fall off of us while we’re eating, I wouldn’t complain.

Ha, busted, but I am totally on board with his plan.

Me:So it’s totally a booty call.

Peyton:A booty call implies that I’d get over there, tap it, and then find an excuse to leave. I really plan to buy you lunch before I have you as dessert. I haven’t tasted that sweet pussy of yours since the night of the museum opening.

I rub my thighs together, suddenly feeling very inclined to skip lunch and go directly to dessert.

My face is literally on fire when I type the next text message.

Me:Hurry up then, I’m starving just as much as you are.

Peyton:Let me finish here. I promise I’ll be there before you know it.

The sound of the doorbell distracts me, and I set my phone down on the coffee table while I walk to the front door.

A big smile appears on my face as I open the door to the biggest bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen.

“That was fast, and you didn’t have to buy me flowers to convince me that this isn’t a booty call.”

The flowers move to the side to reveal Darrius’s shocked expression right behind the huge bouquet.

“What are you talking about? I came here to apologize for being an ass to you at the party on Saturday. Why would you think this is a booty call—” He cuts himself off, his gaze intense as he checks me out.

I’m still in the pencil skirt and blouse I wore to the office, expecting to be in that meeting on Mom’s behalf.

“Why are you all red, Len?” Darrius asks, continuing to stare at me. “What were you doing?”

I was practically sexting with my fuck buddy turned stepbrother, and I’m soaking wet from his promise to go down on me. He’s really good at it, and just the idea of his tongue and his mouth on me is—

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