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Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven JoshI could have sworn my days of making out in coat closets were far, far behind me. But I’m so f*****g glad I was wrong. If it were anyone other than Peyton swirling her tongue around mine and sucking greedily on my bottom lip, this might feel like reverting to teenage behavior. But there’s nothing teenage about the body grinding up against mine. Peyton’s t**s are full and perky and fill up my hands just right as I palm them, feeling every perfect curve and thumbing her n*****s through her dress. God, this woman. She’s smart enough to have built a successful business, but she’s got more s*x appeal than corporate America can handle. I want her. So damn bad. And the way she’s grinding her hips against the ridge in my pants seems like a pretty good sign that she wants me to
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