Page 11 of After Party

Absolutely.

And was he going to regret the decisions of the next few minutes in the morning?

Very likely.

Was any of that going to stop what was about to happen?

Hell no.

“You want handcuffed?” he asked her.

“I want handcuffedso much,” she said with typical Peyton enthusiasm.

That was enough to make him reach for the cuffs.

“Hands behind your back, Trouble,” he said gruffly.

She complied, the motion thrusting her glorious breasts with the hardened tips closer. And he had every intention of taking full advantage of that.

He leaned in to reach around her, trailing his lips over the side of her neck and loving the little catch in her breath. Then he clipped the metal rings around her wrists and heard her soft “oh damn” in his ear. He dropped the tiny metal key on the hood next to her so he wouldn’t lose it in the dark.

“You okay?” he asked.

“So okay,” she breathed.

Only then did he lean back and take in the view.

Peyton Wells was mostly naked and handcuffed on the hood of his car.Oh damnwas right.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he told her.

“So are you.”

Her eyes raked over his bare chest and abs and Scott felt heat everywhere she looked.

“Take it off, okay?” she asked.

He shrugged out of his shirt. She sighed. “Yeah. I should have touched you more before you cuffed me.”

He ran his hands up and down her arms and then around to cup her breasts. She gasped and he brushed over her nipples wanting to hear it again. He did.

“Yeah, well, too bad. Looks like I get to do all the touching. And that happens to be my second wish—to run my hands all over your gorgeous body.”

“So get on with it,” she told him arching into his hands.

He let go of her. “I thinkI’min charge here. If you hadn’t noticed.”

She tipped her head to the side, watching him. “And you love that. The in-charge thing.”

He did. But that wasn’t the most important part here. “Youlove when I’m in charge,” he said.

She nodded. “Definitely.”

“Then we’re on the same page.” He reached for her hips, dragging her butt closer to the edge of the car. Then he slipped his hands up under the dress, caught the edges of her panties and pulled them down and off, dropping them on the grass by his shirt.

She wet her lips and widened her knees. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Instead of responding to her ribbing, he simply dipped his knees and took one nipple into his mouth.

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