Page 76 of Fan Favorite

Peter laughed. She lifted her arms, inviting him to take her shirt off, and quickly he obliged. He kissed her again and didn’t waste any time unhooking her bra and throwing it into the void. He moved his hands and his mouth to her breasts, which he’dthought about in the shower just this morning, and which were even more fantastic in real life.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“You say that to all the girls,” she joked.

“Don’t do that,” Peter said, pulling back and looking at her intently. “Just you.”

For a second, emotion flickered across her face, and she looked like she might cry, and he felt unsure, like he’d said the wrong thing, but then she pulled him to her again, her hands strong and insistent, and they pushed up the bed, her fingers at the waistband of his jeans as he unbuttoned hers. He pulled her pants down past her hips and then inelegantly used his foot to try to get them the rest of the way off. When they got stuck at her ankles, he grumbled against her lips, “What the hell?”

“My skinniest jeans,” she said with a laugh.

Peter pushed himself to the end of the bed and removed one leg, then the other, and tossed her pants to the floor. He kissed both her knees before lying down next to her again, running his hand over every square inch of her ass and thighs until her hips were moving every time he got close. He peeled off her underwear and she threw her leg over his hip, opening herself to him, and when he finally touched her, moving his fingers up and down, pausing at her clit, then up and down again, she gasped and bit his neck, hard. He slid his fingers inside of her and she was warm and wet, and his cock was hard against his jeans. He stroked her and kissed her and stroked her more, Edie Pepper, this woman who was upending everything he thought he knew about love.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” she whispered.

“I want you to,” he said, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck and breathing her in.

And then he was moving his hand against her faster and she was moving in a rhythm against him and saying his nameand moaning. He took her nipple in his mouth and right as he bit it, he felt her come against him.

“Peter,” she gasped finally, breathing hard.

They laid there for a moment, staring at each other, and he thought about how disconcerting it was to have all his emotions right up at the surface like this. How he felt so warm toward her and wanted to make her come like this all the time. He brushed her hair off her face and a filament of a thought about the show andwhat in the hell was he going to do about the showfloated through his mind, but then she was tugging his pants off and then her mouth was around his cock and he had no more thoughts about anything other than the sensation, like he was flying, until she asked if he had any condoms.

“Right,” he said, pushing up from the bed. He found his pants and then his wallet, where he retrieved a condom, and when he returned, Edie was under the covers waiting for him, her hair loose around her shoulders, a mischievous grin on her face.

“What?” he said.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m just trying to remember what you said in the elevator,” she said, twirling a lock of her hair like some winsome coquette. “What was it again?”

“About Janet Jackson?” he asked. “I remember the name of the song, by the way. ‘That’s the Way Love Goes.’”

“I know the name of the song, Peter. It’s peak MTV. I’m talking about the other part.”

“Hmm,” he said, sliding in next to her. “About when I watched footage of you? Standard protocol. The EP watches all the rough cuts.”

She kicked him in the shin. “The other part!”

“Oh,” he said, kissing her collarbone, nibbling her neck. “When I said I was falling in love with you?”

She pulled all her hair in front of her face and nodded. “Say it again,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“Edie Pepper,” he said. “I’m falling in love with you.”

And then they were kissing, and he was putting the condom on and she was on top of him and he was inside of her and they were moving together and it was nothing like the random hook-ups Peter had had over the past few years. It was like he’d completely forgotten sex could be like this, because surely at some point, he’d known. She felt so good riding him that he said, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” and she said, “I want you to,” and then they were moving together faster until he came and she did, too, a few seconds later.

After a moment, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her chest, breathing hard. She wound her fingers through his hair and held him to her. He listened to her heart beating while she held him, and he felt his breath slow as he relaxed into her softness. She hadn’t said it, but Peter felt certain she was falling in love with him, too. Because it was clear to him that what they had between them was, well,everything.

Then all at once, theeverythingnessof the everything took his breath away.

“You okay?” she asked, smoothing his hair back and kissing his forehead. “Do you need a guided meditation to calm down?”

And then they were both laughing and Peter was hiding his face from her and doing his best to ignore the pounding in his chest because, holy fuck, what had he done?

And what the hell was he going to do now?

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