Practice Makes Perfect
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Payton could hear—and feel—how badly J.D. wanted her. The thought of making him totally lose it sent thrills running down her spine.
“Maybe we should walk a little farther. We do have all night.” She took J.D.’s hand and brought it to her mouth. With her eyes on his, she kissed his finger and—while he watched—slowly slid the tip between her lips. From the look in his eyes, she could tell how much that turned him on. She may have been the first to moan, but she had a feeling she could quickly even the score right here, so she boldly flicked her tongue around the tip of his finger and gave him a look that unmistakably said how much more fun it would be if her mouth was somewhere else instead . . .
J.D. tangled his hand in her hair and stopped her. His eyes were dark and intense as he peered down at her. “Do you want to hear me say it, Payton? I want you. Now.”
Payton felt her entire body go instantly hot.
Game over.
THEY HAD A minor disagreement in the elevator.
“What floor are you on?”
Fumble. Fumble.
“The top. Club level.”
Zipper.
“My room’s closer.”
More fumbling. Gasp.
“My room’s oceanfront. Fuck it—this thing keeps getting in the way.”
Loud rip.
“Oceanfront? Hmm . . . I see somebody was a little presumptuous at check—”
Sharp intake of breath. “Oh, yes . . .”
Moan. Hands gripping rail. Heavy breathing.
“Screw it, I don’t care . . . do it here, J.D. Now.”
Wicked laugh.
“Not yet.”
“You’re gonna pay for this.”
Devilish grin.
“I certainly hope so.”
J.D. PRESSED PAYTON against the door to his room as he slid the key card into the lock. When he heard the familiar click, he grabbed Payton by the waist and pulled her into the room with him.
Okay, fine—at check-in, when she wasn’t paying attention, he had asked to be upgraded to an oceanfront suite. He’d been feeling a little . . . optimistic.
And Payton didn’t exactly look displeased with his decision. Still holding his hand, she walked around the room, checking out the oversized living room area, the separate master bedroom, the marble bathroom with a solid stone ocean-facing soaking tub, and, of course, the private balcony with a direct view of the Atlantic.
“You approve?” J.D. asked when she finished her perusal of the room.
Payton smiled. “Do I even want to know how much this cost you?”
In truth, he’d spent over a grand out of his own pocket for the upgrade. He debated what was better: to let her think this was all part of his so-called “extravagant lifestyle,” or to tell her the truth. He decided to go with the truth. So far that evening, saying exactly what was on his mind had been paying off in spades.
“It’s for you,” he told her.
Payton seemed momentarily surprised by this. Then she pulled in close and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“It’s perfect.”
She kissed him. Before J.D. knew it, they had made their way into the bedroom. The hotel housekeeping staff had already turned down the bed and the lights were low and ambient. He peered into Payton’s eyes and saw that familiar mix of daring and mischief. Seeing how the whole being-direct thing was working for him—
“Take off your dress,” he said.
Payton gave him an “Oh, really?” look, and J.D. could tell that part of her wanted to get sassy again. But he could also tell that the other part of her really, really liked it.
She shrugged nonchalantly. “Easy enough. You already ripped the zipper in the elevator.” With her shrug and the simple tug of one strap, the dress fell to the floor.
Interesting.
And here he’d thought she looked amazing in the dress.
J.D.’s eyes traveled from (black lacy) top to (racy thong) bottom. And she still wore her high heels.
This was going to be one long f**king night.
Gesturing to the black lace, J.D. gave Payton an “Oh, really?” look of his own. “It looks like somebody else was being a little presumptuous, too. Unless you wear that to all your client dinners?”
With a slight kick of her leg, Payton nudged the dress out of her way. She wrapped her arms around J.D., one hand at the back of his head, and threaded her fingers through his hair. She looked up at him and repeated his earlier words.
“It’s for you,” she said softly.
J.D. looked deep into those dark blue eyes.
This girl drove him absolutely crazy.
With a grin, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Because tonight, she was his.
FOR NEARLY AN hour they teased one another, until Payton finally caved and grabbed a condom off the nightstand.
J.D. hooked one of her legs around his waist and grabbed her hand. “Put it on me,” he whispered, nearly a groan.
So she did. Then she told him she needed to quickly check for polo ponies.
When J.D. threw her other leg around his waist and pinned her arms over her head, Payton decided to reschedule the pony-check for another time.
As he moved over her, J.D. told her to open her eyes and look at him, and she thought the moment couldn’t get any better.
Then he held her face between his hands and whispered her name, and she knew it just did.
AFTERWARD, J.D. COLLAPSED on top of Payton, still tangled between her legs, his face buried in her neck as he tried to catch his breath.
His thoughts.
“Maybe we should walk a little farther. We do have all night.” She took J.D.’s hand and brought it to her mouth. With her eyes on his, she kissed his finger and—while he watched—slowly slid the tip between her lips. From the look in his eyes, she could tell how much that turned him on. She may have been the first to moan, but she had a feeling she could quickly even the score right here, so she boldly flicked her tongue around the tip of his finger and gave him a look that unmistakably said how much more fun it would be if her mouth was somewhere else instead . . .
J.D. tangled his hand in her hair and stopped her. His eyes were dark and intense as he peered down at her. “Do you want to hear me say it, Payton? I want you. Now.”
Payton felt her entire body go instantly hot.
Game over.
THEY HAD A minor disagreement in the elevator.
“What floor are you on?”
Fumble. Fumble.
“The top. Club level.”
Zipper.
“My room’s closer.”
More fumbling. Gasp.
“My room’s oceanfront. Fuck it—this thing keeps getting in the way.”
Loud rip.
“Oceanfront? Hmm . . . I see somebody was a little presumptuous at check—”
Sharp intake of breath. “Oh, yes . . .”
Moan. Hands gripping rail. Heavy breathing.
“Screw it, I don’t care . . . do it here, J.D. Now.”
Wicked laugh.
“Not yet.”
“You’re gonna pay for this.”
Devilish grin.
“I certainly hope so.”
J.D. PRESSED PAYTON against the door to his room as he slid the key card into the lock. When he heard the familiar click, he grabbed Payton by the waist and pulled her into the room with him.
Okay, fine—at check-in, when she wasn’t paying attention, he had asked to be upgraded to an oceanfront suite. He’d been feeling a little . . . optimistic.
And Payton didn’t exactly look displeased with his decision. Still holding his hand, she walked around the room, checking out the oversized living room area, the separate master bedroom, the marble bathroom with a solid stone ocean-facing soaking tub, and, of course, the private balcony with a direct view of the Atlantic.
“You approve?” J.D. asked when she finished her perusal of the room.
Payton smiled. “Do I even want to know how much this cost you?”
In truth, he’d spent over a grand out of his own pocket for the upgrade. He debated what was better: to let her think this was all part of his so-called “extravagant lifestyle,” or to tell her the truth. He decided to go with the truth. So far that evening, saying exactly what was on his mind had been paying off in spades.
“It’s for you,” he told her.
Payton seemed momentarily surprised by this. Then she pulled in close and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“It’s perfect.”
She kissed him. Before J.D. knew it, they had made their way into the bedroom. The hotel housekeeping staff had already turned down the bed and the lights were low and ambient. He peered into Payton’s eyes and saw that familiar mix of daring and mischief. Seeing how the whole being-direct thing was working for him—
“Take off your dress,” he said.
Payton gave him an “Oh, really?” look, and J.D. could tell that part of her wanted to get sassy again. But he could also tell that the other part of her really, really liked it.
She shrugged nonchalantly. “Easy enough. You already ripped the zipper in the elevator.” With her shrug and the simple tug of one strap, the dress fell to the floor.
Interesting.
And here he’d thought she looked amazing in the dress.
J.D.’s eyes traveled from (black lacy) top to (racy thong) bottom. And she still wore her high heels.
This was going to be one long f**king night.
Gesturing to the black lace, J.D. gave Payton an “Oh, really?” look of his own. “It looks like somebody else was being a little presumptuous, too. Unless you wear that to all your client dinners?”
With a slight kick of her leg, Payton nudged the dress out of her way. She wrapped her arms around J.D., one hand at the back of his head, and threaded her fingers through his hair. She looked up at him and repeated his earlier words.
“It’s for you,” she said softly.
J.D. looked deep into those dark blue eyes.
This girl drove him absolutely crazy.
With a grin, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Because tonight, she was his.
FOR NEARLY AN hour they teased one another, until Payton finally caved and grabbed a condom off the nightstand.
J.D. hooked one of her legs around his waist and grabbed her hand. “Put it on me,” he whispered, nearly a groan.
So she did. Then she told him she needed to quickly check for polo ponies.
When J.D. threw her other leg around his waist and pinned her arms over her head, Payton decided to reschedule the pony-check for another time.
As he moved over her, J.D. told her to open her eyes and look at him, and she thought the moment couldn’t get any better.
Then he held her face between his hands and whispered her name, and she knew it just did.
AFTERWARD, J.D. COLLAPSED on top of Payton, still tangled between her legs, his face buried in her neck as he tried to catch his breath.
His thoughts.
