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Drew’s eyes flew open and he made a low, rough sound as he watched her.

She closed her eyes, rubbed in small circles and drew in a long breath, pushing her breasts up, still wearing her bra. Her thighs fell wider, and she breathed in tiny pants, small whimpers falling from her lips. He watched her abs tighten as her hips lifted and she shuddered through an orgasm.

He swallowed. “Holy hell. That was hot.”

They rolled languorously onto their sides and faced each other. Drew cupped the curve of her hip with his hand and she set her hand on his chest. She reached for his face, stroked his cheek and jaw with the backs of her fingers, brushed her fingertips across his mouth. His lips parted. She slipped her fingertips inside, stroked across his tongue.

Heat built inside him again. He stroked over her hip and thigh, up to her waist, then he kissed her. His mouth covered hers, moved over hers, pushed her mouth open to take her in. His tongue stroked, teeth nipped her bottom lip. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him and one leg, too. She moaned, arched against him. “Drew, oh, Drew.”

He found the clasp of her bra and opened it, then tossed the pretty lace aside. He moved over her to suck her nipples, plumping one breast up to his mouth, then the other, tasting her sweetness, loving the tightness of each nub against his tongue. She shivered and gasped. Goddamn, he loved making her feel good.

His dick was hard again already. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Hang on.” He wanted to take a chance on using the same condom, but that was risky, so he made himself get rid of it and roll on a new one. Then he returned to her and reached for her again.

They rolled together across the wide bed, mouths fused, bodies joined. A groan rumbled from his throat. He fisted his hands in her hair, held her head for his long, drugging kisses. She rolled her hips against him until he shoved a hand between them to find his cock and pushed into her.

“Sweet, Peyton. So sweet.”

His hands held her beneath her knees, pushed them to her chest as he drove into her. She met his thrusts with her own, her fingers twisted in the duvet. He released one knee and thumbed her swollen clit.

“Love making you come. Love making you feel good, baby.”

She whimpered her response. His thumb moved on her clit and then her pussy squeezed him as she came, her body rippling, small noises of ecstasy escaping her. He groaned, held her pussy, pressed into her, and his eyes fell closed as he poured himself inside her in hot, thick pulses.

Chapter 27

“Is Drew your boyfriend?”

Peyton’s head snapped around to stare at Chloe where she sat at the kitchen island late Saturday afternoon. “What?”

“You two went out together last night. And I saw you kissing him goodbye when he left earlier.” Chloe made a face of distaste, but also looked upset.

Drew had still been there when Chloe had been dropped off by her friend’s mom. They’d been out of bed, showered and dressed, and sitting in the kitchen, and hadn’t thought Chloe would think anything of it. But when he’d left…theyhadshared a scorching-hot kiss. And dammit, how had they not known Chloe would see that?

“Oh.”

“So is he your boyfriend now?”

“Oh, Chloe.” She sighed and sat down on the stool beside her niece, facing her. “It’s complicated.”

Chloe’s small face tightened.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She felt like a knife was slicing open her heart as she said that. “We sort of like each other…” She actually felt a little dizzy saying that because, hell, it was so much more than “sort of liking” him. “But…well, we’re moving to New York, and…and he’s staying here.”

“I’m never going to see him again.”

“No! That’s not true. Of course you’ll see him.”

Chloe opened her mouth as if to question that, then closed it. Her eyes got glossy and her chin quivered. “I’m losing everything! I lost my mom. Now I’m losing my dad.Andall my friends.”

“Oh, Chloe.” That knife twisted with a painful rotation, stealing her breath. “Oh, Chloe, I know, I’m so sorry.”

Chloe jumped off the stool and ran upstairs.

She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t do this to Chloe.

Chloe was right. She’d lost so much. Her little heart was breaking and that made Peyton’s heart hurt, too, so much.

After a few minutes she picked up her phone and called Nik. “I need advice.”

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