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Less stress, higher pay, reasonable hours. She found a better apartment, she’s happier, and she goes to therapy sometimes just to check in with herself. She doesn’t hide anymore.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” I smiled carefully.

He returned it and rested his head on my shoulder.

It wasn’t good enough for me, so I made room for him to get comfortable between my legs. “Come here.”

He made his way over my leg and leaned back against my chest with a long sigh.

As the burning sun touched the horizon, the sea took on an almost purple color.

I kissed the top of Peyton’s head.

“My mom wants to meet you,” he murmured. “She’ll probably treat you like a celebrity.”

I snorted softly. “Has she never met any of your previous partners?”

“She met my first girlfriend when I was thirteen. Does that count?”

I chuckled against his hair and rested a hand on his chest.

“You’ll have to forgive her,” he muttered. “She loves Hollywood gossip and has never been around money. She’s weirdly humble and knows what to value more than a monetary fortune, but she gets starstruck by fame and success.”

Oh dear. “I’m sorry to disappoint, but most of that monetary fortune didn’t come from me,” I replied. “It’s my grandfather’s work.”

When he died, I bought my penthouse, and I gave away half of the inheritance to my grandfather’s favorite cause because he once lost his twin brother to leukemia. The rest sat untouched in various bonds, stock portfolios, and accounts, I explained to Peyton. I told him everything. It made me a bit uncomfortable to discuss it, but I figured he should know. I was one of those who’d literally been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and no one wanted to hear one of us complain.

The grass may look greener on our side, but it was maintained by a guy from El Salvador, and the kids who ran on that lawn were raised by a woman who’d been flown in from England.

I shook my head and gazed up at the sky. I didn’t have any complaints, but it felt entirely wrong to glorify what I’d grown up with.

“I was lucky to have my grandfather,” I said. “He was down-to-earth, and he quickly taught me to build my own family. Blood wasn’t everything.”

Peyton tilted his face up to look at me. “That’s what you did with Sandra and Mona.”

I nodded and dipped down to kiss him. I kissed him unhurriedly, reconnecting after all the heavy talk, and his presence stabilized me.

“It’s what I’m hoping to do with you too,” I murmured. “You don’t know how happy you make me, Peyton.”

Breaking the kiss as little as possible, he turned around and straddled my thighs instead. Then he kissed me hard and locked his arms around my neck.

Sheer serenity flooded my senses, and I squeezed him to me.

Thirteen

“Almost,” Peyton gasped.

“Shh, baby.” I gnashed my teeth and gripped the counter with one hand, using the other to stroke myself off.

I clenched around his cock, intensifying the sensations with that delicious burn I craved.

He whimpered and pressed his face against my back, and he fucked me faster, losing control of his movements. He was so close. I felt it everywhere, in his breaths, in how he gripped my hips.

“Time to come, baby boy,” I urged under my breath. “Daddy’s close too.”

I watched us in the mirror above the sink as he lost it. Head thrown back, that lethal expression of both agony and unbridled pleasure, eyes closed. He bit his lip and pumped into me a few more times, and it was about all I could take. I needed my cock shoved down his throat right fucking now.

“Oh God,” he breathed, collapsing against me.

“Kneel,” I gritted out.

He shuddered and drew out from me, then sank to his knees as I spun around on him. I grabbed his jaw and didn’t waste a second. I pushed my cock between his lips and threaded my fingers into his hair. Then I pushed forward, quick thrusts, deep thrusts, hard thrusts.

He choked on me.

He left marks on my thighs with his blunt nails.

I inhaled deeply, filling my senses with the smell of us, and it pushed me right there. I tensed up and sucked in a sharp breath. Peyton redoubled his efforts, the wet sounds of the suction finishing me off. I couldn’t take it. The orgasm rocketed through me.

Peyton hummed and swirled his tongue around my cock, sucking each rope of come down his throat.

“Such a good boy.” I bit back