Page 68 of Peyton's Price

“Hello?” Engrossed in his work, Matthias didn’t even glance up when she entered the room. Even closing the door made no difference.

He was poring over something that looked like a contract. Indoctrinated by years at the Caislean, she almost turned around and left before checking herself mid-step.

Hey, I’m not at the Caislean and Matthias isn’t Liam. Even Liam wasn’tthatLiam anymore.

Deciding to have some fun, Peyton dropped to her knees, crawling beneath the front of the big mahogany desk.

She managed to get all the way under without Matthias seeing her. Marveling at the man’s singular focus, she bit her lip to keep from laughing. Wondering how far she could go without him noticing, she curled up close to his legs, leaving her hands free…

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Matthias didn’t noticehis pants had been undone until his zipper was halfway down. He glanced down to see a pair of elegantly manicured hands caressing him over his boxers. The short nails should have been a giveaway—programmers didn’t wear their nails long—but he was so startled he reacted without thinking.

Pushing the chair out, he shot backward so fast he hit the bookcase behind him with a bang, jarring a leather-bound volume loose. It glanced off his head, landing heavily on his shoulder.

Peyton gasped, poking her head out from under his desk. “I’m sorry! Are you hurt?”

Matthias rubbed his shoulder. “No.” He laughed. “I’m just lucky it was a first edition of Salinger and not Dostoevsky.”

She threw him an adorably abashed grin. “I thought you’d spot me long before this.”

“I tend to get sucked into my work.” Trying not to smile, he checked his watch. “I only intended to put in a couple of hours, but a few things have piled up and I lost track of time. My apologies. I didn’t mean to leave you on your own for so long.”

Peyton cocked her head. “That makes me sound like a guest. I’m your partner. You don’t have to worry about entertaining me every day.”

“That’s very understanding.” Matthias blinked, thinking how different Peyton was from the other women he’d been involved with.

“Although…” Peyton crawled out from under the desk, rose on her knees, and put her hands on his thighs. “There’s no rule that says I can’t entertain you on occasion.”

Heat coursed through him as she pulled his zipper the rest of the way down. “Well, as your partner, or one of them, it’s my job to make sure you have every opportunity…”

His voice trailed off as she tugged his boxer briefs down, taking hold of his cock with a firm grip.

Matthias swore under his breath, resisting the urge to close his eyes as Peyton’s full lips closed over the head of his shaft. He didn’t want to miss a second of this. Then her tongue rolled over him, licking the sensitive part under the crest, and he groaned aloud, his head tipping back to the ceiling.

“Helsike,” he said, swearing in his native tongue.

She stopped for a second. “That’s not too hard, is it?”

“No!” He laughed, and Peyton blushed.

“You two never let me practice much,” she pointed out.

That much was true. Usually, the minute the three of them started up, Peyton absorbed their attention. She was just too damn beautiful—her glorious skin, full breasts, and waterfall of dark hair were simply irresistible.

Picturing her body made his cock throb. “Once you get naked, it’s hard to focus on anything else.”

Peyton bit her lower lip playfully. Slowly, she undid the buttons of her blouse. Heaven help him, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Groaning, he reached to cup the full creamy mounds, but she moved his hands so she could bend over his lap again.

Her mouth flamed over him, moving up and down, alternately sucking and nibbling. Matthias took her hands, showing her how to hold him at the base until she was working him over with both her hands and her mouth. Each stroke was torture. Matthias gripped the arms of his chair, his fingers digging into the plush leather pads as the first warning pulses stirred.

Counting to ten in Chinese, he attempted to slow down his reaction, but Peyton was both gorgeous and a natural talent at everything.

After all those years of repressing her natural sexual desires, Peyton had thrown herself into their sex life with gusto. If she had any inhibitions, she had shed them faster than it took Liam to get her undressed. Now she was indulging every fantasy she’d ever had…and knocking down plenty of theirs, too.

Trying to slow down wasn’t working. His hard-on was like steel. Reaching down, he pulled Peyton to her feet with one hand, then shoved the antique pen holder and reports off the desk with the other.

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