Page 57 of Throwing the Curve

“That’s fair. They clearly know their stuff.”

She peeled her pants down her legs, stepped out of them, and placed them with their shirts. Clad in only her bra and panties, Ryan couldn’t help but stare at her. The lace cups of her bra barely concealed her nipples. As he stared at her, they beaded tightly against the fabric, standing at attention. He stepped toward her and bent down, sucking the ripe bud into his mouth.

Peyton threaded her hands through his hair and dropped her head back. “Mmm,” she moaned.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He smiled smugly, loving that her body immediately went pliant the moment he touched her.

“You don’t ever have to apologize for that. Believe me.”

“Glad to hear it.” He kicked off his jeans. “Why don’t you get into the hot tub, and I’ll grab the wine?”

“Sounds good.” She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the sofa. Her breasts sprang free. Ryan licked his lips as she watched her hook her fingers into the edge of her panties and push them down her thighs.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“I thought you were grabbing the wine,” she teased.

“Got distracted.” His dick twitched against his boxers as he watched her.

Peyton giggled. “The wine?”

“Right.” He shook his head to clear the lustful fog that she’d created with her little striptease.Fuck, she was sexy.Peyton just naturally was seductive in everything she did. It was a part of her. And damn did he enjoy it.

“I’m going, otherwise we’re never getting that wine.” Peyton turned and strutted out to the pool. Her hips swayed seductively as she walked. The moonlight hit her ass, highlighting it to perfection. Fuck, he wanted to sink his teeth into it.

He stood watching her until she slipped into the water. Finally, he looked away and walked to the kitchen to grab the wine.

With glasses and bottle in hand, he walked toward the hot tub, kicking off his underwear as he passed the couch. His dick jutted out from his body as he walked. Peyton smirked when he got closer to the tub.

“Looks like someone is raring to go.”

“He’s always ready to go around you.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched him climb into the tub.

“I gotta admit, Ryan, I do like the way your body moves.” Peyton licked her lips. Her hand gently teased the chain of her necklace back and forth as she watched him.

“Yeah?” He leaned back, resting his arms along the top of the hot tub. And if he flexed a little for effect, who could blame him?

“Absolutely.” She licked her lip. “All those workouts are definitely worth the effort, at least from where I’m sitting.”

“Good to know. I’ll be sure to tell the trainers.”

“Whatever your team pays them, it’s worth it.”

He grinned and flexed his chest muscles, enjoying the way Peyton’s gaze followed the movement. “So, I should stop whining when they make me up my weight?”

“Yes, you should pay them extra.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” He laughed. Opening the wine, he poured a glass and handed it to Peyton. She slid closer to him as she reached for the glass.

Her thigh rested against his as she sank deeper into the tub. She took a sip of her wine, then dropped her head back against the edge of the tub. “Mmm, this feels amazing. Brilliant suggestion.”

“Glad it’s helping.” He took a sip of his own wine, then followed Peyton’s lead by sinking deeper into the water and resting his head on the edge.

They sat in silence for several minutes. Then Peyton’s hand touched his thigh, and instantly his dick was back at attention. He couldn’t remember ever wanting any woman as much as he wanted Peyton. But he needed to rein it in. She probably wasn’t even in the mood for sex, given what she’d told him in the car.

Ryan shifted so he didn’t inadvertently hit Peyton with his cock since the thing was like a fucking heat-seeking missile around her. He needed to just nut up and ask her where she was at. She looked like she was practically asleep already. “You still want to stay here tonight or would you rather I took you home?”

---