Page 29 of After All

“Watch it,” he said. He picked up the sandwich and bit into it.

Whatever. She pressed the arrow to start the clip. A minute later, she was grinning. She looked up. Scott was watching her, munching away on his chips.

“You like Fallon?” he asked.

Yeah, this felt like a regular couple thing. But yes, she liked Fallon. “I do.”

“You watch?”

“Sometimes.”

Scott nodded and popped an apple slice into his mouth. “I love him.”

It was definitely a point in Scott’s favor that he was a Fallon fan. Not that he needed anymore points in his favor, really. She was, admittedly, a pretty big fan of Scott’s too.

She put the phone back on the table as Scott reached for his napkin. He picked it up, his eyes on her, then dropped it. It fluttered to the floor.

“You wouldn’t mind bending over and picking that up for me, would you?” he asked.

Peyton’s heart kicked against her rib cage. That smile, that look in his eyes, that gruffness in his voice… She’d do anything he asked if he asked it like that.

And yeah, this plan to balance the normal-couple, regular-relationship, kind-of-fucking-scary stuff he wanted with the sexy, his-hands-all-over-her stuff she wanted, was notallbad.

She licked her lips. “I can do that.” She started to bend but he stopped her with a hand on her hip.

“I think you know where this is going. Turn around.”

Her heart thumped as electricity shot through her limbs. Followed by a dose of skepticism. If he was just messing with her, turning her on, getting her riled up… “Keep in mind that if your hands do not make it under this skirt, there are all kinds of things I can put in your next meal.”

“Turn around.”

Low, gravelly, firm. All the things she liked best. Peyton turned slowly, feeling his hand slide from her hip to her butt cheek. Big and hot. Like all of him.

The costume was hardly made of high-quality material, so it was thin, making every inch he touched tingle and heat.

“Like this?” she asked, jutting her butt more firmly into his hand.

He squeezed. “Yep. Now pick it up.”

She did, slowly, her heart hammering. His hand stayed on her and as she bent forward, it slid from her butt to the back of her thigh.

She’d gone with the no-panties thing to tease him and turn him on, yes. She’d made sure he caught a glimpse. And yeah, she had big hopes for what came after the glimpse. But being righthere, his hand on her, his eyes on her, feeling like he was a lot more in control at the moment than she was, made everything in her body go hot and liquefy.

She wanted Scott more than she’d ever wanted another guy. Even him looking at her a certain way could set her on fire. But the one time she’d actually gotten into his pants, it had been fast and hard and hot—three of her favorites words—on the hood of his car.

This felt different. Very different. Deliberate. And she wasn’t so sure she was going to end up with one bit of her dignity left. Because if Scott Hansen wanted her to beg, she’d beg.

“Damn, that’s a gorgeous sight,” he said gruffly.

His hand hadn’t moved, but she could feel his eyes on her. Like, reallyon her. On all of her good parts. That were completely on display, right there, only inches from his hand. And mouth.

Butterflies swooped through her belly at that thought. Oh, yeah, she’d beg him alright. If that’s what it took to get his mouth on her—

Then she felt the stroke of his finger and her knees wobbled.

“So fucking pretty,” he said, his voice gravelly as his finger stroked over her folds.

She gasped and pressed back, needing more.

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