Page 103 of By Invitation Only

She smiled up at me and nodded.

“I’m not sleeping naked,” Peyton said as she crawled into my bed beside me dressed in her PJs.

I was sitting up against my headboard with my laptop on my lap, finalizing a client’s Declaration I was preparing. After dinner, my parents called it a night like I assumed they would. Carrie and Taylor went to her room, and Peyton and I to mine. My bed felt weird, foreign even, because I hadn’t slept in it for over two months.

I looked over to Peyton. “No one will come in here.”

She shrugged and lay with her head on her pillow facing me. “Still. Your parents are in the other room.”

“They’re sleeping.”

“I just met them, so let me have this.”

“You can do whatever you want, but it won’t stop me if I want to fuck you, baby.”

Her eyes widened. “No.”

I grinned. “We’ll see.”

“How long do you need to work?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I’m almost done. Go to sleep.”

“Do you ever think we can have a normal relationship?”

My hands stilled on the keyboard, and I looked down at her. “A normal relationship?”

She took a deep breath. “One where people will know we’re dating. Where we can go out to dinner and not have to get food ordered in. Where we can go to the movies, maybe go wine tasting in Malibu, bowling, indoor rock climbing. At this point, I don’t really care. We’re either locked up in my condo or at Sensation once a month.”

“Yes. In just a few weeks, that’s all going to change.”

“I know. It just seems to be taking a long time.”

I’d been so focused on making partner that I never took into consideration how our relationship really was. Sure we were dating, but Peyton was right. We didn’t go on dates. Even though I was new to having a serious girlfriend, I still knew that couples were supposed to go out and do shit together and not sit around watching TV on the weekends.

I closed my laptop and set it on my nightstand. I slid down until I was face to face with her. “Just a few more weeks,” I said again.

“Okay,” she whispered back as though she didn’t believe me.

It was true. Once I made partner, things were going to change.

I woke before my alarm, hard. It was still dark outside, and when I looked over at my clock, I had thirty minutes before I needed to get up to head to the gym. As I listened, I was sure no one else was awake. I had two options. One was to go to the bathroom and use my hand, or the other was to wake Peyton with my mouth that would lead to another way to release.

I went with the latter.

She was laying on her back, her face turned out. If she were naked, this would have been a lot easier. Slowly I slid the sheet down her body. She didn’t stir. I grinned and carefully rose to straddle her legs. Still nothing. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of Peyton’s pajama bottoms and knickers, and inch by inch, I pulled them down her legs. She shifted a little, not touching me or waking up.

After tossing her clothes onto the floor, I slid down her body until my face was in the perfect position. With one hand, I spread her pussy. My mouth connected with her clit, and I licked. She stirred beneath me, still not waking, so I continued, my tongue slowly making circles on the bud. With each turn, the pressure intensified.

“Oh my God,” she panted. “What—”

I reached up with my free hand and covered her mouth. I didn’t want her to tell me to stop, and with my hand covering her mouth no one would hear us—hopefully. Peyton moaned, my tongue still working her. I slipped the hand that was holding open her slit and cupped her ample breast. Her back arched, and she moaned again against my hand.

“If you don’t want them to hear, then you need to be quiet,” I warned.

She groaned in response as I continued my torture on her pussy, giving her nipple a pinch that caused her to wither under me again.

“This is a better wake up than an alarm, yes?” I asked between sucks.