Page 84 of That First Night
“Fuckkkkk,” she moans. “I’m coming!”
“Fuck yes, you are.” I pump harder as an orgasm hits her. Her pussy milking me right into my own release. “I’m coming too, baby.”
“Yes!” she screams over and over again.
I release everything I have into her right before I fall on top of her. Our breaths are wild and uneven as we come down from the high. She lets out a small giggle under my body as I pick up my weight from on top of her. “I’m sorry.” I laugh back. “I got a little carried away.”
“That was fucking hot,” she says as she brushes her hair away from her face. “I wonder if anyone heard us out here.”
“I doubt it.” I laugh. “The girls are drunk and singingBreakfast at Tiffany’sdownstairs.”
“Of course they are,” she rolls her eyes.
I laugh with her as I pull up my sweatpants. “Come on.” I wave my hand to bring her inside the room with me. “Let me get you washed up.”
“Such a gentleman.” She smiles before she reaches up to press a quick kiss to my lips before both of us retreat for the bathroom.
When we enter the bathroom, I turn on the water for the bathtub. It’s not as big as the one in the penthouse but it does the trick. She throws in some lavender bubbles and sinks into the tub. I kneel beside the tub and pick up the sponge to wash her back.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
I don’t respond, I just stand to pull my sweatpants off, and she leans forward to allow me to step in behind her. I sink into the hot water, and she nestles herself between my legs causing my dick to stir again.
“Peyton,” I hiss into her ear. “You’re going to make me hard again.”
“Oops.” She giggles. “Did I do that?”
I wrap my arms around her to pull her back to my chest. She tips her head back to rest her head on my shoulder. I press a delicate kiss to her temple, and she breathes a relaxing sigh as she settles perfectly between my legs.
I pick up the sponge and begin to wash her arms and her chest. “Mmm,” she sighs. “That feels so good. We should do this in my bathtub when we get back. It’s bigger and has the best views.”
“The view is nice,” I reply to her. Except I don’t mean out the windows. I know what the city looks like, but nothing compares to the beauty of her soaking in the bubbles in that tub.
We spend a few more minutes in silence as I continue to wash her. “Can I ask you something?” I say, breaking the silence.
“Of course,” she says.
“In two weeks, I have a holiday charity event I need to attend on behalf of Ford Investments,” I pause and swallow the lump in my throat. “And I need a date.”
“Oh,” she says. It comes out as a disappointed sigh.
“Sunshine,” I say as I bring my lips to the hollow of her neck. “I want you to be my date.”
She pulls away from me in the tub and does a weird spin move so that she’s now facing me in the tub. “Are you sure? I won’t be mad if you have to bring—”
“Stop.” I hold up a finger to her lips to stop the nonsense coming out of her mouth. I can’t help but smile at how fucking cute she is. “If it’s not obvious by now, you’re the only one I want, Peyton.”
Her cheeks turn pink at the admission, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know, Thomas. I don’t own any fancy dresses anymore.”
“I’ll buy you one.”
“I can’t ask you—”
“I want to,” I say, cutting her off. “Don’t worry about the dress or any of those details. The dress, the shoes, the hair, and makeup. I’ll take care of all of it.” I can sense her starting to deny me again when she begins to shake her head, so I beat her to it. “Don’t tell me I can’t, Peyton. I want to do this for you because there's no one else in the world I want on my arm as I walk into that event, but you.”
She's deep in thought for a brief moment before she sits up in the tub and moves to straddle me. Both of her legs on each side of my hips and she lowers herself so she’s now sitting directly on my dick.
“Peyton—” I growl.
