Page 71 of By Invitation Only

At her question, I realized I hadn’t eaten since one that afternoon. “I’m fucking starving.”

She smiled, reached up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. Then she pulled away. “I made spaghetti. Do you eat spaghetti?”

“I told you I’d eat anything.”

“I know, but you wake up at the butt-crack of dawn to go to the gym. I have no idea if you can eat pasta.”

I grinned. “I do have a strict diet, but right now, I’d eat an entire loaf of bread.”

She grabbed my hand and laced our fingers. “That can be arranged.”

“What?” My gaze was on her naked arse, and I had no idea what she’d said.

“If you want all the carbs, I have all the carbs.” She looked over her shoulder as she walked toward her kitchen, me in tow.

My eyes moved up to hers. “The spaghetti is fine.”

“Okay. Sit, and I’ll make you a plate.”

My gaze roamed over her body. “You’re going to make me dinner naked?”

“No.” She laughed. “I’m going to put the leftovers in the microwave, and while it’s heating, I’m going to put my clothes back on.”

“No—”

“No?”

“Go get in bed, and I’ll be there in a bit. I think I can figure out how to serve myself.”

She stared at me for a beat. “Okay. Make yourself at home. Everything’s in the fridge.”

I nodded, and then watched her arse again as she walked toward her bedroom.Definitely could get used to this.

Twelve minutes later, I was walking into her bedroom, dragging my arse. I’d eaten an entire plate of spaghetti, but it didn’t give me any energy. Instead, it made me even more tired. How the hell was I going to get through the next two months working myself to the bone and keeping a relationship with Peyton?

I’d never had a steady girlfriend. I never had time. I fucked around with chicks, had fun at Sensation, but nothing lasted longer than a few weeks. I was in school for seven years, and then I was busy trying to prove myself with L&T so I could get raise after raise. I still went to the parties at Sensation, and still met women on the weekends. I was a man with needs after all. But I’d never really had something that was every night. And I wanted every night with Peyton.

I wanted to go to sleep with her arse pressed against my cock.

I wanted to wake up to her hair a mess, sleep in her eyes, and be the first thing she saw each every morning.

Peyton’s dark hair was fanned across her pillow, and I thought about how things had gone from nothing to this. How in the world did she give into temptation and ever let me cuff her the first night we were together? And how the hell she’d ever let me be the first to claim her arse was beyond me. But she had, and the thought made my chest tighten.

I discard my clothes before crawling in next to her. When I pulled the duvet back a little to slide in, I noticed that she was still naked. I smiled and moved in closer, bringing my arm around her waist.

“Did you get enough to eat?”

I opened my eyes to see her staring at me. “Yeah, beautiful, I did.”

“Good.”

“I thought you were sleeping?”

She smiled. “Nope, just waiting for you.”

I grinned and leaned down to press my lips to hers. “Thank you for making me dinner.”

“You’re welcome.”