Page 76 of After All

He grinned. He’d barely gotten started. “You’re wound tight,” he told her, circling again and pressing gently.

“I am,” she agreed. “For you. Because of you. I’ve been staring at your naked chest, I’m thinking about you while I’m at work. Every time I’m in the shower. Whenever I’ve got my vibrator. But it doesn’t go deep enough. It doesn’t fill me up like you can.”

Fire licked along his limbs even as he realized what she was doing. He raised his head from her breast and stopped his finger from moving.

She froze and looked at him.

“Yeah, I’m onto you,” he told her.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re trying to rush me along.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know damned well that the image of you getting yourself off in the shower while thinking about me makes me want to put your knees up by your ears and fuck you until the only word you know or care about isScott.”

Her breathing hitched and her eyes got wide. “Yes, do that.”

“But,” he said, “I don’t want to do that. Yet.”

“Why not? I’mveryflexible.”

Jesus, she was going to kill him. He shook his head. “Because I need you to come on my finger, and then on my tongue, andthenbeg me to fuck you with my cock. Got it? In that order. And I mean real begging. Not this stuff where you know exactly what to say to get me to do what you want, but real begging where I’m the only thing on your mind and if youdon’tcome, you’ll die.”

Her mouth fell open and she stared at him for nearly a full thirty seconds, but then she narrowed her eyes. “I’ve already come on your finger. Can we skip that part?”

He chuckled, but the sound was less humorous and maybe a touch ominous. “Maybe we could have skipped that part if you’d put American cheese on my ham sandwich instead of Swiss.” He swirled his finger over her clit. “But you didn’t. You used Swiss. My favorite.”

“You always get Swiss on your burgers,” she said, her voice hitching. “I just assumed that’s what you liked.”

“And that,” he said, leaning over to kiss her, and then trailing his scruffy jaw down her throat, over her chest, and across one breast to suck on her nipple again. “Is why I have to make you come on my finger first.”

“Because I wasniceand paid attention?”

He nodded. “It’s only fair. Because…” He gave her clit a little more friction, then dipped one finger just inside of her silky heat. “I know that you love when I finger you. It’s kind of your Swiss cheese.”

“No,” she said, though her voice was breathless as he slid his finger deeper. “My Swiss cheese is your cock, for sure.”

He laughed. “Who do you think you’re talking to here?” he asked, sliding deep again and then dragging his finger out along the sensitive sweet spot that made her moan. “My fingers, deep inside of you, thrusting while I play with your clit? That is definitely your Swiss cheese, Trouble. Mymouth, on the other hand, is going to be your strawberry cupcake.”

She arched up, closer to his hand, even as she asked, “What are you talking about?”

“I love Swiss cheese,” he said. “It’s my favorite cheese. But I love the strawberry cupcakes you make at the bakery even more.”

“So yourcock,” she said, “ismystrawberry cupcake.”

He shook his head, adding a finger and relishing her moan as he thrust deep, nice and slow and steady. “No, I love the strawberry cupcakes, but myfavoritefood of all, the thing I want more than all the others, even as much as I love those? Fried chicken.”

Peyton laughed at that. All of a sudden, surprising them both, she laughed. “Oh my God, we’re talking about fried chicken in bed?”

He grinned. “My cock is going to be to you what fried chicken is to me,” he said. “The thing that youwant¸the thing youcrave, the thing you can’t get enough of.”

She shook her head. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he agreed, lowering his head to her nipple again and taking a hard suck. “Because I think I’m about to find something I crave even more than fried chicken. And I’m going to want to have it every day.”

She laughed again lightly. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to ever see fried chicken again and not think of you—and this.”

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