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I took advantage of her distraction and plunged a finger into her pussy, adding another when she grabbed my wrist and pulsed.
Grinning, I knelt at the end of the counter and buried my face between her thighs, using my fingers to propel her pleasure with the hard strokes I’d learned she loved.
Her spine arched, and a tremble quivered across her thighs.
Tarron noticed the problem and helped place her heels on the counter, opening her up even further for my exploration.
God, she was beautiful. If I was ever going to fall in love, it would be with a woman like Payton.
Scratch that. I was never going to fall in love with anyone.
But if I did allow it, that woman would be Payton.
No other woman existed for me anymore.
I tongued her clit and added a third finger to her pussy, stroking deep and curling my fingers into that sweet spot that brought her head snapping off the counter with a shout of pleasure.
Tarron and Reed continued decorating and licking away their handiwork, touching and pleasing every part of her body.
Time no longer mattered.
All I cared about was the next breathy scream of pleasure that complemented our lavish experience.
I palmed my cock through the thick material.
I was desperate to thrust into her and find my release, but not yet.
I had more than enough control to wait and play out my entire fantasy.
19
TARRON
I woke long before daylight and rolled from the bed, being careful not to jostle Payton awake in the process.
She grunted a soft, sleepy sound, and her hand slid from beneath the pillow.
She patted the bed, found Reed’s arm, and drifted off again.
Reed shot me a wide smile as he slid from beneath Payton’s hand and stood. Mav moved next, and the three of us stood at the edge of the bed, watching Payton sleep.
I almost crawled beneath the sheets for a few more hours of leisure time.
What else did we have to do?
And I absolutely loved spending time with Payton.
Habit pushed me into grabbing my pants and shirt, but I paused long enough to brush a kiss over Payton’s forehead.
Mav nudged me toward the door. “Let her sleep.”
“She had a late night.” Reed pushed my shoulder. “You should know, you were there.”
I pushed him back, making sure to avoid his injured shoulder, forcing him from the room before his laughter woke Payton. “I haven’t forgotten.” I poked his arm. “I need to look at that.”
He blew out an exasperated breath. “It’s fine.”
“Reed.” Mav barked his name in that no-nonsense tone that had both of us snapping to attention so fast my neck creaked.
