Peyton's Pleasure (133 page)

“
You
a
r
e n
e
v
e
r a distu
r
b
a
n
ce
,
b
a
b
y
.
I
nt
e
rr
upt
to
y
our h
e
ar
t
’
s
c
ont
e
nt.” He pull
e
d
h
e
r into
his
ar
ms
a
nd
w
re
stl
e
d
h
e
r k
e
y
s
out
of h
e
r h
a
nd.

“
H
e
y
,
g
ive
those
b
ac
k.
I
w
a
nt
to
g
e
t
to
wo
r
k
ear
l
y
a
n
d
t
a
lk
to some
of
m
y
fr
i
e
nds.”

“
I
’
ll
g
ive th
e
m
b
ac
k
a
f
t
e
r
y
ou
’
ve
g
iv
e
n
me a p
r
o
p
e
r
g
ood
mo
r
ni
n
g
a
nd
g
oo
d
-
b
y
e
kiss.”
H
e
p
u
c
k
ere
d up
a
nd wink
e
d
a
t h
er
.

Pe
y
ton
c
ouldn
’
t
h
e
lp but
l
a
u
g
h.
S
he
l
ea
n
e
d up
a
n
d kiss
e
d him. He took
h
e
r
kiss
a
nd
tu
r
n
e
d
it
into
mu
c
h
mo
r
e th
a
n
j
ust
a
g
ood
-
b
y
e kiss.
W
h
e
n
he
f
in
a
l
l
y
l
e
t
h
e
r
u
p
f
or
a
i
r
,
s
h
e
w
a
s
di
z
z
y
a
nd
mo
r
e
th
a
n
a
little bit
tu
r
n
e
d
on.
The
b
a
s
t
ar
d
h
a
d
done it
on
pu
r
pos
e
.
S
he shimmi
ed a
g
a
inst
him.
His
h
ar
d
c
o
c
k
pok
e
d
a
t
h
e
r stom
ac
h.
Good,
he w
a
s
in
a
s b
a
d a
sh
a
pe
a
s h
e
’
d put h
e
r
in.
S
he
g
r
inn
e
d.

“
Now
y
ou
c
a
n
g
o,”
he
s
a
id with a
smi
r
k.

“
S
a
dist.”
P
e
y
ton
ra
k
e
d
h
e
r
n
a
ils
ov
e
r
his
shi
r
t
wh
er
e
his
nipple would be
a
nd w
a
l
k
e
d o
f
f
tow
ar
d the
doo
r
.

“
I
’
ll s
e
e
y
ou in the
mo
r
n
i
n
g
,”
h
e
c
a
ll
e
d out.

“
I tho
u
g
ht
I
’
d
just
g
o
home
toni
g
ht
af
t
e
r
w
o
r
k
a
nd
c
ome
b
a
c
k tomo
rr
ow
ni
g
ht
af
t
e
r
w
o
r
k.”
S
he
w
a
it
e
d
to
s
e
e
how
he
would
t
a
ke th
a
t.

S
he
w
a
nt
e
d
to
be
with
him
p
re
t
t
y mu
c
h
a
ll
the
time
now,
but n
ee
d
e
d some
s
p
ac
e
to
k
e
e
p thin
g
s in p
er
s
p
ec
tiv
e.

“
S
u
re
, if
y
ou w
a
nt
to do th
a
t.
I
’
ll
miss
y
ou. At
l
ea
st
ca
ll
a
nd l
e
t
me know
y
ou
g
ot
home
ok
a
y
.
I
’
ll
wo
r
r
y oth
e
r
wis
e
.”
He
op
e
n
e
d
the
door
f
or
h
e
r
a
nd h
e
ld it.

“
I
’
ll do
th
a
t. You
g
e
t
a
g
ood n
i
g
ht
’
s
re
st.
You
j
ust mi
g
ht n
e
e
d it tomo
rr
ow
n
i
g
ht
wh
e
n
I
g
e
t
o
f
f
wo
r
k.”
P
e
y
ton
b
l
e
w
him
a kiss
a
nd w
a
lk
e
d outsid
e
.

S
he
w
a
v
e
d
a
t
him
a
s
s
h
e
l
ef
t
the
d
r
ive
a
nd
smil
e
d
a
ll
the
w
a
y to The
S
a
loon.
Thi
n
g
s
w
e
r
e
r
e
a
l
l
y
g
oi
n
g
w
e
ll.
Th
e
y
f
us
s
e
d
ov
e
r
sm
a
ll thin
g
s,
but
nothing bi
g
,
a
nd
he
w
a
sn
’
t
c
ond
e
s
c
e
n
d
ing or
a
know
-
it
-
a
ll. He
didn
’
t
insist
she
do
thin
g
s
his
w
a
y
a
ll
the
time
but
w
a
s
a
m
a
st
e
r
in the b
e
d
r
oom.
No
one
h
a
d
e
v
e
r und
er
stood
h
e
r
n
ee
ds
a
nd
w
a
nts
a
s tho
r
ou
g
h
l
y
a
s
h
e
s
e
e
m
e
d
to.
And
still,
he
didn
’
t
car
r
y it
ov
e
r
too
f
a
r into
th
e
ir
e
v
e
r
y
d
a
y
li
fe
.
He
l
e
t
h
e
r
h
a
ve
h
e
r
sp
ac
e
a
nd
h
e
r
id
e
a
s.