Page 73 of Without Apology

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Peyton

By Friday, I’d let go of the disappointment that Simon wasn’t going to come with me to the barbeque at my sister’s house tomorrow. I had to; otherwise, I wouldn’t enjoy our date tonight. And after he’d stopped by earlier in my office, I knew he was just as anxious as I was.

I didn’t know what I’d been thinking to have invited him to the barbeque in the first place. My sister would’ve asked a thousand questions and embarrassed both him and me. And then there were my nieces. They would’ve been all over him. I couldn’t picture him being comfortable in a family scenario. Hell, he probably would’ve shown up in a suit and tie. Within the first few minutes, his hand-tailored threads would have landed a stain from some condiments—or worse.

Yet his rejection had stung. Not for the first time, I realized that at the end of whatever we were calling this, I’d be hurt.

It wasn’t his fault, and I didn’t blame him. And even while recognizing I’d most likely have bruised feelings once he left for good, I wasn’t about to stop it.

The moment he showed up, all overanalyzing halted. Judging by the way he was backing me into the bedroom, he’d prefer to skip any talking as well.

“Do you care if we wait on the food?”

I threw my arms around his neck. “Not at all. There’s always eating it in bed later.”

He kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’m becoming a fan.”

Then all talking ceased as he trailed his lips down my throat, peeling off my jeans and panties in the same motion. He pushed me gently onto the bed, and then his face dove for my pussy. No gentle kisses or teasing, just a man possessed with devouring me completely.

“Ahh,” I moaned as his lips fastened around my clit, sucking the engorged nerve center before he added fingers to the sweet torture and spread my legs further.

“God, how I love your pussy.”

He flattened his tongue, licking through my slit and leaving no part of me untouched. His fingers curled towards my front wall, stroking the spot which had my toes curling. Then he added his thumb on my clit, and I incinerated. White light sparked in my brain while my body spasmed with a powerful orgasm.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his face hovering above mine. “Hi,” I said.

“Hi. Do you want to eat now or wait?”

I grinned, pulling his mouth down to mine. “I can wait.”

“Good. I’ve had fantasies of having you ride me all week.”

“Yeah?”

He sucked my lower lip between his teeth erotically. “Yeah.”

I sat up, losing my shirt and bra, an act that caused lust to take over his features.

“Your turn to get naked, Brexy.”

Both his brows shot up. “What did you call me?”

“British and sexy. Brexy.”

He grinned while stripping out of his suit. “When did you come up with that?”

My hands traveled the planes of his chest. Mesmerized by his incredible body, I completely zoned out on his words. “Sorry, what did you say?”

He chuckled. “I asked when you came up with my nickname?”

“Mm. The first time I caught sight of you in the check-out line. And you are.” I trailed my tongue down to his nipple, enjoying the way he sucked in his breath when I flicked it with my tongue.

“I’m what?” his voice sounded strained.

“Both British and sexy. Now lay your hot body down on my bed.” His physique was a work of art. Something I couldn’t wait to explore further.

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