Page 39 of The Doctor's Twins

I looked into her eyes as I thrust into her. Her mouth curved a little on one side as she welcomed into her. I found her hands and pressed them into the floor above her head. Peyton wrapped her legs around me and used her heels to time my thrusts.

I kissed her madly while we lay there, writhing in sweet passion. Her lips were sweet, and her tongue moved expertly as she explored every inch of my mouth.

“Come for me,” I whispered as I buried my face into her neck.

She was close. I could feel the urgency in her movements. Peyton had a hunger inside of her that spoke volumes. Who had neglected this perfect creature? What man wouldn’t treasure every ounce of her body and soul? What a fool! I wasn’t going to make the same mistake. No. I planned on soaking up every little bit of passion and savoring the woman who lay underneath me, writhing in pleasure.

I let go of Peyton’s wrists and as soon as I did, she grabbed my naked ass and dug her nails into my flesh. I slipped my hands under her perfect bottom and pulled her against me. Together we rode the wave until we crested.

Peyton let out a primal scream when she climaxed. It was wonderful. For a single moment, she’d forgotten where she was and that she’d been through trauma and let go.

My orgasm was long and intense. Our bodies shuttered and twitched together in perfect sync until they finally became perfectly still. Except for the racing of our hearts and our attempts at trying to catch our breath, Peyton and I lay perfectly still on the dojo floor.

“So,” she finally said, “what’s the magic word?”

“Who the hell can remember after an orgasm like that?” I chuckled. “I vote we use that rather than a magic word.”

“Can’t argue that” she laughed.

“I don’t know about you, Dr. Taylor, but I’m no longer in the mood for karate.”

“I agree. I don’t suppose there’s any food left from yesterday? I’m starving.”

“You’re in luck. I’ve got some ribeye in the fridge. I’m sure we can rustle up a salad to go with it.”

“Who needs salad? Let me at that meat, Doc.”

“Dearest, Peyton. You are fast becoming my favorite training buddy,” I laughed and reached for my clothes.

I kissed her before we got up.

“Lesson one complete,” I said and bowed down once we were standing.

“Thank you, Sensei,” she chuckled and bowed.

I walked behind Peyton and watched her cute ass as she moved.

Man! I've gotta get me some more of that!

What an absolutely brilliant start to my day.

12

PEYTON

What have I done?

It had been a week since Ben, and I tore each other’s clothes off in his dojo. Fortunately for me, he was away at a doctor’s conference, so I wasn’t forced to look him in the eye. God only knew what I was going to say to him when he got back.

Ben Forbes was arguably the best lover I’d ever had. Not that I’ve had scores, but he stood in a class of his own. Tender, receptive, insatiable…

Don’t forget hung like a horse.

There was that. I had no idea penises could bend that way, but ho hum…lucky me. My stomach played leapfrog with my colon whenever I closed my eyes and replayed the passionate afternoon we’d spent together.

Of course, no good deed goes unpunished. I felt so guilty. I was a married woman after all. Not that I gave a rat’s furry asshole about the fact that I’d cheated on Mateo—he didn’t deserve my loyalty—but I felt bad because I had selfishly dragged Ben into my trainwreck of a life. He deserved better than that.

I wondered what Mateo would do if I sent him divorce papers. The mind boggles, I thought. For a start, I didn’t trust him to know where I was, and secondly, Mateo Garcia would rather hunt me down and kill me than give me the satisfaction of signing a divorce decree. He as much as told me that when I tried to leave him the first time.

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