Peyton's Pleasure (107 page)

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Authors: Marla Monroe

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Ch
a
p
t
er
F
o
ur
t
ee
n

 

Pe
y
ton
c
ouldn

t
b
e
li
e
ve
how
d
ar
i
n
g sh
e

d
g
ott
e
n.
At
h
e
r
d
e
m
a
nd th
a
t
he m
a
ke h
e
r stop,
she w
a
t
c
h
e
d
his
e
y
e
s
w
id
e
n
th
e
n
n
arr
ow in
c
h
a
ll
e
n
g
e
.
H
a
d
she
r
ea
l
l
y th
r
o
wn
down
the
g
a
u
n
tl
e
t
like
th
a
t?
W
h
a
t would he
do?
A shiv
e
r
ra
n down h
e
r
spine
a
t the
p
ossibiliti
e
s.

His
h
a
nd
ti
g
ht
e
n
e
d
on
h
e
r
w
r
ist
a
nd
he pull
e
d
it
up
th
e
n
tu
r
n
e
d
h
e
r
ar
ound l
ea
ni
n
g
h
e
r
ov
e
r
t
he
e
d
g
e
of
t
h
e
b
e
d.


I
think
y
ou
n
ee
d to l
e
a
r
n who is in
c
h
a
r
g
e
in this
re
l
a
tionship.”

I

m in
c
h
a
r
g
e
of
m
y
s
e
l
f
,

she
insist
e
d.

His
h
a
nd
ca
me
down
on
h
e
r
b
a
r
e
a
ss
in
a
sm
ar
t
sl
a
p.
S
he
y
e
l
p
e
d
at

the
stin
g
.
He
r
ubb
e
d
t
h
e
spot
sp
rea
di
n
g the
bu
r
n,
th
e
n
g
a
ve
h
e
r
a
n
e
qu
a
l
l
y
s
er
ious
t
a
p
on
h
e
r
oth
e
r
a
ss
c
h
ee
k.
W
h
e
n
he
r
ubb
e
d
th
a
t
sid
e
, she
c
ouldn

t h
e
lp but mo
a
n
a
nd push b
a
c
kw
ar
d in
t
o his h
a
nd.


You like
it, don

t
y
ou,
P
e
y
ton
.


Mo
re
,”
s
h
e
b
e
gg
e
d.

He
whipp
e
d h
e
r
ar
ound
t
o
fac
e
him.

Und
re
ss m
e
.

S
he
bit
h
e
r
low
e
r
lip
in
a
n
e
f
f
o
r
t
to
hide
the
s
mil
e
.
S
he
c
ould h
ar
d
l
y w
a
it.
S
h
e

d
h
a
ve
him
ea
ti
n
g out
o
f
h
e
r
h
a
nd
soon.
W
ith
th
a
t thou
g
ht
in
mind,
she
reac
h
e
d
up
a
nd
b
e
g
a
n
unbuttoning his
shi
r
t.
S
he look
e
d
into
his
e
y
e
s
the
e
nti
r
e
time
it
took to
un
b
utton
the
shi
r
t.
Th
e
n she
s
a
nk
to
h
e
r
kn
e
e
s
a
nd
b
e
g
a
n
un
fa
s
t
e
ning
h
i
s
p
a
nts.
S
he
stopp
e
d
a
nd look
e
d up
a
t him.


You n
ee
d to t
a
k
e
o
f
f
y
o
ur
sho
e
s
f
i
r
st.”

R
y
k
e
r
slipp
e
d
th
e
m
o
f
f
without
moving
a
w
a
y
fr
om
h
er
.
S
he
c
ontinu
e
d
pulling down
his
p
a
nts
until
he
c
ould
s
t
e
p
out
of
th
e
m.
S
he imm
e
di
a
t
e
l
y
z
er
o
e
d
in
o
n
his
bobbing
c
o
c
k,
but
the
minute
she
took him in h
e
r
h
a
nd he
stop
p
e
d h
er
.

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No. Not
y
e
t
,

h
e
s
a
id,
h
olding
hims
e
l
f
.

B
e
nd o
v
e
r
the
f
oot of
the b
e
d
a
nd st
re
t
c
h
y
o
u
r
h
a
n
ds out
a
bove
y
our
h
e
a
d.”

S
he pout
e
d
but
did
a
s
he s
a
id.
W
h
a
t
e
v
e
r he
h
a
d
in
mind
she w
a
s
g
a
m
e
.
S
he
hop
e
d
h
e
w
ould
t
a
ke
h
e
r
fa
st
a
nd
h
ar
d.
S
he
n
e
e
d
e
d
it toni
g
ht
to
re
mind
h
e
r of wh
a
t
this
w
a
s
a
ll
a
bout—s
e
x
,
pu
r
e
a
nd simpl
e
.
S
he st
re
t
c
h
e
d
h
e
r
h
a
nds
a
bove
h
e
r
h
ea
d
a
f
t
e
r l
ea
ni
n
g
ov
e
r
the
f
oot
of the b
e
d.
I
t
put
h
e
r
a
ss
a
t
the p
erf
e
c
t
h
e
i
g
ht
to
f
u
c
k
h
er
.
S
he wig
g
l
e
d
h
e
r
a
ss,
ear
ni
n
g h
e
r
a
solid sl
a
p. The
sti
n
g
f
e
lt
g
ood.

S
udd
e
n
l
y
a
v
e
lv
e
t
-
lin
e
d
l
ea
th
e
r
c
u
f
f
w
a
s
fa
st
e
n
e
d to
h
e
r
r
i
g
ht w
r
ist.
I
t
w
a
s
qui
c
k
l
y
f
ol
l
ow
e
d
b
y
a
noth
e
r
one
to
h
e
r
l
ef
t
w
r
ist.
Th
e
n th
e
y
w
er
e
pull
e
d
t
a
unt
u
ntil
she
w
a
s
st
re
t
c
h
e
d
out
so
th
a
t
h
e
r
fac
e
l
a
y
a
g
a
inst
the
b
e
d.
B
ef
o
r
e
s
he
g
ot
c
om
f
o
r
t
a
ble
h
e
did
the
s
a
me
thing to
eac
h
a
nkl
e
,
sp
r
e
a
di
n
g
t
h
e
m
until
th
e
y
w
er
e
shou
l
d
e
r
width
a
p
a
r
t
ti
e
d to
e
ith
e
r
post
of the
m
a
ssive
b
e
d.
T
r
uss
e
d
up
l
i
ke
a
Th
a
nks
g
ivi
n
g tu
r
k
e
y
,
she
r
ea
li
z
e
d. The
fee
l of
h
e
lpl
e
ssn
e
ss ov
e
r
wh
e
lm
e
d h
e
r
a
t
f
i
r
st. Th
e
n
she
re
l
a
x
e
d
a
nd
s
a
nk
into
the
r
i
g
htn
e
ss
of
it.
S
he
w
a
s
c
ompl
e
t
e
l
y
a
t
his
m
er
c
y
.
I
t
m
ea
nt
s
h
e t
r
ust
e
d
him.
This
rea
li
z
a
tion
didn

t
sit
w
e
ll with
h
e
r
a
t
f
i
r
st.
Th
e
n
s
h
e
w
a
sn

t
thinking
a
t
a
ll.
The
f
logg
e
r
sl
a
p
p
e
d
a
g
a
inst h
e
r
a
ss.

The
sting
s
a
n
g
a
long
h
e
r
n
er
ve
e
ndi
n
g
s
until
she
c
ouldn

t
think
of
a
n
y
thi
n
g but
the
n
e
x
t
sw
a
t.
He
w
a
s
g
ood.
E
ac
h
l
i
c
k
st
r
u
c
k
a
di
f
fe
r
e
nt
are
a
until
she
c
ould
on
l
y
fee
l
the
bit
e
.
S
he
mo
a
n
e
d
a
nd
a
tt
e
mpt
e
d
to
f
ollow the
f
l
o
gg
e
r
e
v
e
n
a
s
he
d
re
w
b
ac
k
f
or
a
not
h
e
r li
c
k.
S
w
ea
t
b
r
oke out
ov
e
r
h
e
r
b
r
ow.
The
n
e
x
t
li
c
k
d
idn

t
c
om
e
.
I
ns
t
ea
d,
the w
e
t
g
lide of his ton
g
ue
a
lo
n
g
e
a
c
h
m
ar
k sooth
e
d
h
e
r
ov
e
r
h
ea
t
e
d skin.
S
he
mo
a
n
e
d
f
or
him.
He
c
ontinu
e
d
his
a
ss
a
ult
with
his
mouth
until
e
v
e
r
y
i
n
c
h
of h
e
r
a
ss
a
nd
b
a
c
k
h
a
d
b
ee
n
c
o
v
e
r
e
d
b
y
his
mo
u
th.
Th
e
n
he
b
ac
k
e
d
a
w
a
y
a
nd
l
ef
t h
e
r
f
or
a
f
e
w minut
e
s.

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