Page 62 of By Invitation Only

“Do you need any help?” I offered.

“Nope,” she replied as she poured a glass of white wine. “Just sit here, and it will be ready in about ten minutes.” Peyton motioned for me to sit at her breakfast bar. She slid the glass in front of me and turned to a skillet on the stove. “Oh, I heard from Ava before I left the office.”

I smiled. “Are we going to only talk about work?”

She chuckled. “No, but you asked if I had when we spoke earlier, so I’m telling you what she said so I can save time and not have to call you tomorrow.”

“Iwantyou to call me.”

“People will get suspicious, don’t you think?”

“Why?” I asked, and took a quick sip of the tart wine. “You’re calling about an active case.”

“Right, just like I did today.”

“We kinda talked about the case.” I kept my eyes on her arse. Since taking her arse at Sensation, that was all I thought about honestly.

“Anyway, Ava said that she talked with Trent, and they are going to try and work it out. I’ll prepare the dismissal in the morning.”

This was what I wanted. For me to see Peyton again, and for my friends to get back together. However, I needed more hours to bill. Hollywood was always breaking up, and I just hoped they called me.

“Brilliant. I’m happy they’re going to work it out.”

“You know them better than I do. Trent will be good to her?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He knows he fucked up, and Ava was the best thing to ever happen to him. If they don’t work out, then they know who to call.”

Peyton looked over her shoulder and smiled. “True.”

“Now that that is out of the way, let’s talk about why you’re cooking with clothes on.”

“What?” She turned around, a pair of kitchen tongs in her hand.

I grinned. “I thought you were cooking me dinner naked?”

She laughed, and my dick stirred. “I never said anything about getting naked.”

I slid off the chair and walked the few feet to her, a smirk spread across my face. “How long did you say dinner would be?” I slid my arms around her waist.

“Not long enough forthat,” she protested and poked a finger into my chest.

“Are you saying I can’t make you come in under three minutes?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she challenged.

I took the metal tongs from her hand, set them on the counter then spun her so she was facing the cabinets, and stepped forward, my front was flush with her back. “I’ve never met a challenge I couldn’t beat,” I whispered in her ear.

I felt her shiver against me. “Then try.”

I began working her jeans. I popped the button and then slid the zipper down. Peyton’s head tilted forward. I wanted to see my hand disappear inside her, but from this angle all I could do was taste her skin on her neck.

My fingers slid along the hem of her knickers and then descended inside. She took a deep breath, preparing her body for the pleasure I was about to bestow upon her. Her head tilted to the side, and I sought her taste as my tongue ran up the slope toward her ear. My hand continued down into her knickers, and once I found the heat I was seeking, my finger went right for its target. She bucked against me as I rubbed the bundle of nerves.

“You’re already wet,” I groaned against her skin.

She pressed harder against me. My throbbing dick was rubbing against the fabric of my trousers as the friction between us built. There was a chanceIwould come in three minutes if she kept rubbing her delicious arse against my cock.

“I’ve been craving you since I heard your voice this morning.” I inserted a finger, and she rode my hand. My thumb was still circling her clit, and she moaned. My teeth sank into the slope of her neck causing her to hiss.