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“I like this,” he says turning his head to me.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“I do,” he sits up and I watch the tight globes of his ass move while he walks into the bathroom. I hear the water running and he returns with a washcloth.
“Here, let me,” he moves his hand between my legs and runs the warm cloth against my sensitive skin. He returns to the bathroom and climbs into the bed a moment later, pulling me tight against him.
“I wanted to wake up and do that to you, I’m sorry that there was a wrench thrown into the morning,” he says.
“It’s okay.” I tell him.
“I want to do that every day, for the rest of my life.” He declares.
“You’re so sure, Mr. Addison.”
“And you aren’t, Mrs. Addison?”
MAXWELL
I think that the last time that I didn’t do a thing was when I had my appendix taken out seven years ago. I was down for the count and forced to not go to the gym leave my place or go into work.
That entire time, was unbearable. And from that boredom, I strive to always stay busy.
I know that you have to work hard, in order to play hard. Except that I forget to do the playing.
Peyton shows me what it is like to relax and take time to relish in life. We don’t leave my place, we fuck as many times as I have condoms, and we ordered in food.
Jason emerged, looking ragged halfway through the day and made his apologies before leaving to stay at someone else’s house leaving us alone. Allowing us to walk around the penthouse naked, to fuck on every surface, and to not have to worry about a damn thing.
“How is it that you’ve gotten to play hooky from work? I thought you were a workaholic?” Peyton asks laying on top of me, after another sensational round of sex on the couch.
“I have checked in here and there, but I took a few much needed vacation days. It was actually the first time that I’ve done so, that HR called me to make sure that I was okay,” I laugh.
“I feel guilty when I take a day off. Like being here, has been both amazing and nerve-racking.” she admits.
“Yet, you have done what your boss asked you to do. And I saw you on your email and Googling some vendors for one of the corporate clients.” I tease poking her in the side.
“Since someone opened their mouth and said that they knew me, I feel like I would let down whatever glowing thoughts my boss has about me by knowing someone like you, if I did a whack-ass job.” She defends.
“I’m pretty sure that you won’t do a whack-ass job. Hell, I could even give you some heavy hitter names to make things easier?” I know people in Los Angeles.
“Don’t you dare.” She leans up and points at me.
Her bare breast peeking out between our bodies, making my mouth water and making me want her again.
Fuck, she’s insatiable!
“I was just offering, might as well take advantage of me as much as you want now, I’m not going anywhere.” I tell her.
“How are you so confident about this thing with us?” She asks.
“If it’s something that I want, and I want you—I just feel confident in myself and the situation. It’s how I’m wired. I have that in business and all the other areas in my life. Without that confidence, I don’t think that I would be where I am today.”
“But what if—”
“I don’t deal with that, the ‘what-ifs’. I seek out deals by looking at the companies, if I want it—I will get it. I will of course, work my ass to have it, and I see that not being any different with you. I will do what it takes to keep you. To have you as mine. Forever. Of course, should you allow it. How about you put that ring that I got you back on your finger?” I tell her with a grin.
“I wish I was like you.” She lays her head on my chest, with my arms tightening around her as she ignores my request.
