Page 68 of Without Apology

“Hey, there, honey, you looking for a good time tonight?”

I realized one moment too late he was holding a finger to his lips and pointing at his center dash.

“Bloody hell, are you being picked up by a prostitute? Where are you?” Emma’s voice came through the speaker phone.

I slapped my hands over my face, praying he didn’t say something like, “Nope, that’s just Peyton pretending to be a hooker.”

Clearly, I had a tendency to embarrass myself via speakerphone.

“Uh. Just some drunk college girls daring one another to be funny.” He threw his hands up in a motion which conveyed he hadn’t a clue how else to explain.

Meanwhile, I was having a tough time not laughing my ass off. Drinking will do that to you. Deciding I’d done enough damage, I gave him a wave and indicated I was heading inside.

I was happy for the head start. I let Cooper into the backyard to go potty and found a bathroom for myself. Finally, I took off my heels, which after twelve hours were killing my feet.

I heard him knock and yelled a ‘come in’ while I was letting Cooper back inside. It made me ridiculously happy to see Simon greet my big love by rubbing his ears.

“There is something about having a dog greet you that takes away a shitty day, isn’t there?” he quipped.

“Definitely. Does that mean you had a shitty day?”

He walked over the few steps to me, cupping my face.

“I can’t remember. It all got magically better once I saw you. Although I did get propositioned by a prostitute outside. Now that was unexpected.”

I laughed, telling him the idea came from Megan.

“I did not need to know that. Now tomorrow I’ll have to sit across from her in the interview and keep a straight face whilst picturing her hooker games with her husband.”

I giggled. “Did Emma buy your story?”

“Probably. Although it did nothing to improve her impression of Dallas, I’m sure.” His hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him. “What was it, exactly, you were offering outside?”

I moved my hands down to waistband. “Guess it depends on what it is you want. I’m all about the customer service, don’t you know?”

He chuckled before quickly sucking in a breath when my hand caressed the erection pressed against the front of his trousers. I loved the way I could have this effect on him, simply with the promise of what was about to happen. The anticipation had me heady with desire as I concentrated my efforts on his buckle. I gave him a smile of triumph once it yielded to my ministrations. Luckily, his zipper didn’t give me as much trouble.

Just as I was about to slide his slacks over his hips, he took my hands in his, stopping my action.

“How do you feel about the bedroom, where we can both be more comfortable and Cooper isn’t staring at me. He has a gleam in his eye that says he either, A, understands what’s about to happen and wants to watch or, B, thinks there may be a treat in my trousers for him. Either way is making me mildly uncomfortable, although not enough to want you to stop. All this means is if you’re up for canine voyeurism, then so be it.”

I glanced over to the side. My big dog was sitting there and, sure enough, he looked like he was waiting for a show or a snack. The sight had me burst out laughing. Taking Simon’s hand, I led him into my bedroom, still smiling. But once I shoved him onto my bed and pounced between his thighs, we were both back to business.

“Jesus, Peyton,” he muttered, apparently taken off guard by my aggressiveness.

I was suddenly a woman possessed, stripping him of his trousers and boxers until he was left lying heavy in my hand. I marveled at the size of him. He was both hot and soft to the touch while growing harder. Gripping him at the base, I slid my hand up the length of him. After scooting down so it was at eye level, I thought, not for the first time, that an uncircumcised penis was a sight to behold. I took a moment to acquaint myself with its uncut glory, enjoying the way it grew larger under my tutelage.

“Love. You’re killing me here.”

I flashed him a sheepish smile, having lost myself in fascination. Recommitting myself to the task, I took him into my mouth, sucking on the tip and then swirling my tongue down his length. I enjoyed how he drew in a sharp breath with my action.

Taking him deep, I held nothing back, practically demanding he come in my mouth. But he had other ideas, lifting me up and flipping me onto my back. He wasted no time taking my lips.

“I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes.” I wanted that, too. Desperately.

His hands frantically shoved up my dress before yanking down my thong. I heard the sound of a foil packet and then he was thrusting inside.