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“I can live with that.” Her voice is low, and she looks at me from underneath her lashes.
Yeah, I am officially in trouble. I am crazy about this woman.
“Let’s get going,” I grumble. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.”
Peyton wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my shoulder “Thank you, by the way. I love your home, but it’d be great to see a bit more of the island.”
I palm her face in my hands, turn my head to inhale the fragrance of her shampoo as her soft body clings to mine. “I might as well admit it now. I am going to kill whoever stares at you during the party. That is a reasonable plan, right?”
She leans her head back and licks her plump lips in a way that goes straight to my cock.
I run my hands possessively over her ass and pull up her hem. “Is your pussy wet?”
“I guess you’ll just have to fantasize about my answer until after the party. We’re going to be late,” Peyton whispers against my neck.
I love the feel of her lips against my skin. My finger traces the globes of her ass. I wonder if my nip marks are still on them. I stroke down her ass crack. She shivers and clings to me tighter. I slip one hand inside her thong, letting the thin lace rub across the back of my hand.
Peyton widens her stance. My girl is hoping for a quick finger bang on the way out the door.
“Did you need something, baby?” I brush her clit with my thumb.
“Please, yes, touch me,” she begs, her hips rising in invitation.
I let my hands drift away from her very wet pussy lips and settle them on her round hips. With a snap, I shred her panties.
“Oh!” Peyton startles, but that changes into a throaty moan.
“No panties tonight, Peyton.” I hold up my prize and smell all the girl cum I teased from her before shoving them into my pocket.
Those pretty golden eyes are wide as she looks up at me. “Aren’t you going to fuck me, Jude?”
I let out a string of curses. The memory of being inside of her is branded in my mind and I want to have her wrapped around me again, milking my length. “If you’re a good girl and I don’t have to fight every man there tonight who looks at you, I’ll take care of you when we get home.”
Since when did I start thinking of this asourhome?
Oh fuck. I am horny as hell, irritated I have to share Peyton and far from happy I’ll be singing to a bunch of drunk tycoons this evening. “Come on, before I change my mind.”
Chapter Four
Peyton
The Luthers’ home would have been more in place in California; it is hard to believe we are in the Bahamas. The residence is designed to look like a two-hundred-year-old Victorian home with turrets and balconies, though Jude told me the entire house is new construction. It is situated high on a bluff with a fantastic view of the beach down below.
Inside, antiques and artwork compete with the breathtaking views out of the windows. Somehow the place manages to even smell exquisitely expensive. Everything inside is imported from the far reaches of Europe, and the hosts make sure to tell their guests about all their acquisitions.
The uniformed waitstaff circulates trays of seafood while the female guests sip champagne in designer dresses. The men eat the food but are careful not to spill on their silk button-down tropical shirts.
Jude looks distractingly sexy tonight in a black tee-shirt and black jeans. Maybe it is because I’ve seen him naked so much lately that anything else is a tease. Never in my life have I truly felt where I belong, but being with him takes all that away and I feel like I can be my true self.
I’m perched near the stairs where I have a bird’s eye view on the whole party. Elegantly dressed women who look like they need to get laid more often circle him like flies, but he’s oblivious to their fawning only looking up from the group of guests he’s talking with to find me every so often.
Though I am looking forward to hearing Jude sing, now is a good time for me to slip away. Helping myself to a glass of champagne, I have to fight my urge to hide in the staff kitchen and pray my nightmare of a situation blows over like last night’s storm.
This over-the-top atmosphere is not my scene. Not to mention, it feels like the majority of the male guests have their eyes glued to my ass.
I leave them to lament about vacation homes and finding good help to explore the house. I take the stairs up to the second floor. The second door on the right is unlocked, just as the jerkwad Conner said the study should be.
Thank heavens for small miracles.
