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“Don’t be a prude,” she mutters as I turn my back and tune out the sound.
A prude.
Did she just call me a prude?
Finally, she flushes, and I turn to watch her washing her hands. Her eyes lift up to meet mine in the mirror and they glisten at me playfully.
There’s something about seeing my body beside hers that has me stepping closer behind her.
My hands land on her hips, our eyes never leaving each other’s.
“Your girlfriend...” she says.
“Bella is my sister,” I say roughly.
I turn her around to face me and I should be more amused by the surprise in her eyes, but it’s her mouth I want.
“I’m not allowed to do this,” I rasp.
“Neither am I,” Payton says, our bodies pressing together.
“You aren’t going home with any of those men,” I growl softly.
“Then who am I going home with?” she asks, her hands landing on my pecs and our mouths closing the distance.
I know I’ll regret this, but the need to taste this woman is too great. My hand slides through her hair and I cup the back of her head as I slam my mouth down on hers.
The sound that escapes her lips as I finally slide my tongue inside and take possession has my cock jolting.
One kiss, I tell myself.
One fucking kiss and I will walk away.
Bullshit.
I need an entire night with Payton Mills, and no one can know about it.
Ever.
We will keep this so locked up that neither of us will pay a price for it.
––––––––
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THE DOOR TO my penthouse opens, and I take Payton’s hand and lead her inside.
“I need to check on Molly,” she says.
“Atlas will get her home,” I say.
Again.
“He likes her.” Her eyes meet mine as I stop and drop my lips to hers. Again.
I can’t stop. Payton tastes incredible. Like champagne and caviar...and pot.
But anyway, still delicious.
