“Nothing,” he said, then lowered his head and took one into his mouth. “So sweet. Better than your cookies.”

  “Too big,” she said softly but pushing against him for more.

  “Just right,” he said back and brought his hand to the other one to pinch and flick. Rub and massage. He was doing so many things with his hands and mouth at the same time and she started to realize what he meant about needing to focus.

  Her hands moved down to his waist, lifted his shirt so she could feel his skin. Soft and warm. Hard and silky. How could he be so many things at once?

  What she knew was she wanted to feel his skin against hers so she pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He’d barely stopped touching her and was right back at it.

  Her hips lifted up against his, hoping he realized she needed some more. It seemed he was smart enough last time, would he figure it out this time?

  Yep, he did. He slid over her. Well, slid down, then went for the buttons on her shorts and pushed them off with her underwear, leaving her baring it all to him.

  “Catch up there. Don’t make me feel bad that I’m the only one dressed in my birthday suit.”

  He smiled at her and her breath caught. “But your birthday suit looks a lot better on you than mine does on me.”

  “I doubt that,” she said as she gazed at his chest. Holy cow he had some abs on him. All from sit-ups and pull-ups?

  His shorts dropped to the ground, then he moved to the side of the bed and got a condom out of the drawer. “For when we’re ready.”

  “I’m ready now,” she said. “I know you are.” He was standing to attention and he was big. Bigger than she’d seen before. Who would have known all this was hiding under his clothes?

  “You are determined to not let me take it slow, aren’t you?”

  “We’ve got all night to take it slow. To do it again. Remember, we talked about expectations and fears. I won’t make you do it five times, but more than one would be nice.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, reaching for the condom and putting it on. He went to get on top of her, but she switched positions and gave him a gentle shove on his back.

  “If you like my breasts so much, this will give you better access.”

  “Hell yeah,” he said, his hands reaching up and latching on.

  She moved over his hips, lined herself up and slid down, her eyes rolling back in her head at the fullness inside of her. The tightness that was more welcoming than the pain of being stretched to capacity.

  “Move up,” he said.

  She leaned forward, her hands on the mattress allowing him to put his mouth on a nipple and go back to what he was doing before.

  He talked about focus earlier, but she was beyond that. All she could do was feel.

  Him inside of her. His mouth tugging at a nipple. His hand on her waist urging her to move up and down.

  Yeah, she got the silent message he was sending and she was ready to work. He called her a hard worker and she was going to show she did that in all parts of her life.

  Her hips rose up and slid back down. The tightness wasn’t there, but fullness remained in such a lovely way.

  He moaned when she’d done that so she did it again knowing exactly how he felt. The more she did it, the more she wanted it, the more his mouth was sucking her in like he was a man that hadn’t eaten in days.

  Somehow she found her hips were rising up and down at a faster pace, their bodies were making noises that always embarrassed her before. She’d tended to get super wet and this wasn’t an exception.

  He didn’t seem to mind, which was a good thing because she couldn’t stop what she was doing even if the fire alarms went off. Nope, she’d keep going and hope they didn’t die from smoke inhalation, but if they did she’d know she went out one happy girl.

  “Bryce,” she said, letting out a little gasp when he bit down on her nipple. “I’m so ready.”

  “Go then. Show me what you’ve got. Ride me like it’s the last time you ever will.”

  She didn’t expect him to talk like that during sex and wondered what else she could get him to say. Another time though. Right now, she was ready to do what he said.

  Her breasts were jiggling she was moving so fast, but somehow he managed to stay latched on. That tightness she’d felt earlier, it was there again, only different.

  This time it was her muscles clenching and getting ready to release. Getting ready to stroke and milk him. To send him over and have him empty himself inside of her.

  She pushed her head back, heard the pop of his mouth being pulled away, then arched her back and rode him until she was out of breath and her muscles were spent.

  His hands went to her hips, held them in place while he slammed up again and again until his shout echoed hers in the room.

  “Who needs a little blue pill when you can do that?” she said, then collapsed on his chest.

  To Go Far

  The following Friday night, Payton knocked on Bryce’s door close to seven, heard him yell to come in and then opened the door. There he was on the floor in shorts and a T-shirt surrounded by a big box, wood, screws, and a bunch of papers.

  “Just in time,” he said to her.

  “I’m not so sure of that. I’m thinking I should have come a few hours later.”

  He laughed. “It’s not that bad. Is it?” he asked, looking around.

  “Looks pretty bad to me.”

  She liked how they could joke about things. How they could be honest. How it seemed like it was more than a few weeks they’d been dating... more like a few months.

  After she’d spent the night last Saturday with him, she’d gotten up early and made him breakfast as quietly as she could, then brought it to him in bed. She was shocked he’d slept through it.

  Then she realized he’d been playing her. The minute she set the dish loaded with French toast, hash browns, and bacon on the end table, his hand snaked out, pulling her to the bed and under him, his mouth on top of hers and his hands roaming everywhere like an octopus finding their way.

  She’d managed to break away from his playfulness and told him to eat his breakfast before it got cold since she didn’t want to cook it again.

  He did, then he pulled her back under him and they messed up his sheets some more. Since she didn’t want to overstay her welcome, she’d made the excuse she had things to do at home. Which she did, but she would have put them off just to remain a little longer.

  It was nice to spend the time together, but she did have to go to Millie’s and get her prep done for Monday anyway. She had to remind herself that her business came first. That she worked hard to get it to the point it was and there was still so much she wanted to accomplish with it.

  She couldn’t be distracted, not when she had no clue where things were going to go with Bryce. Even if she did want them to go far.

  “Come on over here and help me,” he said, his brown eyes all mischievous. She’d rather not, but she was falling for his grin the way a little kid is sucked into petting the cute kitten that is walking around its legs begging for attention.

  “Do you want me to hold the boards for you while you screw them? I know you’re good at screwing.”

  He burst out laughing. “Have I told you how good you are for me?”

  “You haven’t.” But damn it was good to hear.

  “Then let me enlighten you. You bring a lot of laughter into my life. I had a ton of it as a kid, but it seems like as an adult I’ve turned into this boring old man my family busts on me about.”

  She giggled. “You’re not old or boring. That is just your family being cute.”

  “I suppose. But I’ve realized that some of it’s true. I just spend so much of my time on my career that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have fun. To hang out with someone else. To be in a relationship.”

  “Are we in a relationship?”

  “I’d like to think we are. We had the exclusive talk. If we aren’t, then what are we?”

  “True. I guess it doesn’t seem real to me. People like you don’t normally date someone like me. Not unless they want some sugar on the side.”

  He frowned. “Is that how you think of yourself?”

  “No. It’s how other people have thought of me for years. If I had bigger boobs, I’m sure it’d be worse. Thankfully they are just little B’s and I’m good with it.”

  “They are the perfect size for me,” he said, reaching for her and laying his hand on her breast, over her shirt, and giving her a squeeze.

  “I always thought so. I’m too thin to carry much more weight on top without falling over. Can I tell you, I’ve often thought of dying my hair brown.”

  “That’s nuts,” he said. “That won’t change how beautiful you are. Or any part of your personality.”

  Nor would it make her any smarter, but she didn’t say that. “People see the blonde hair, the friendly personality, and they just assume.”

  “They assume because you let them,” he said firmly.

  “What?”

  “You let them get to you. You let them think that of you. You’re always saying school wasn’t your thing. You put yourself down before you raise yourself up.”

  She never thought of it that way. Probably so many years of having things said to her that it was hard to turn around what she thought of herself, even if she was proud of all that she’d achieved in the past year she’d run Millie’s on her own.

  “I guess that’s advice I’ll have to listen to.”

  “Good. Then let’s order dinner and you can help me finish this.”

  “What do you want to eat?” she asked, standing up and getting her phone out of her purse.

  “How about Thai food? There is a great place not too far from here that delivers. I’ve got a menu in the top drawer by the stove.”

  “Sounds good,” she said, moving to get it. He had a bunch of things circled. “What do you want?”

  “The number three is my favorite.”

  She decided to grab another one he had circled and hoped they could share. Once the order was placed, she walked back into the living room and sat down by him on the floor. “So tell me what to do.”

  “You can read these instructions to me while I put it together.”

  She gulped. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you read them and I held the pieces for you? You’d have to see the pictures too, right?”

  “Nah. I can glance at the picture, get the pieces lined up and then do it with you reading it to me.”

  No way in hell she was reading this. First off, she read slowly when it was in her head. Reading out loud in front of people made her nervous as all hell and she stumbled so much it came across like she couldn’t read at all.

  There was only one thing to do in her mind and that was to distract him and hope he’d forget about whatever he was putting together.

  She pulled the papers out of his hand and set them down, then moved closer to him, leaned against his chest and put her lips to his. “I can think of something else we could do before the food gets here.”

  His hands moved up her arms. “What is that?”

  “Well, you got me all worked up when you grabbed my boob so maybe I want you to finish what you started.”

  “But this bookshelf really needs to be put together,” he argued, though his grin said he was joking.

  “You can do it later. Or do you want to be that old boring man that passes up sex with a hot chick climbing on your lap?”

  “That’s a stupid question and we all know how smart I am.”

  “Then show me,” she said, nudging him back and lying on top of him, then scooting down and attacking the button on his shorts.

  Rather than push them down, she just freed his growing cock and started to stroke it. Not that she needed to make it any bigger, because he was ready and willing to go.

  And if she really wanted to distract him, then she’d put her mouth on him and see if she could get him to lose some control.

  She lowered her head, let her tongue come out, and gave him a lick up the full length of him. He let out a groan and she did it again, then put her entire mouth over him and started to suck.

  She didn’t do this often with men because she felt it put her in that arm candy category that men just wanted her for sex, even though she rarely put out unless she was dating someone for a while. Why she was having sex with Bryce faster than she had with most other men really wasn’t a mystery.

  She liked him more than anyone else before. She felt a deeper connection to him too.

  “Payton.”

  She ignored him and just continued on with what she was doing. Her hands came up and she started to stroke him as her mouth moved up and down, sucking, licking, the ridges of her teeth even grazing him.

  When his hips jerked up almost choking her, she assumed he liked that so she did it some more. Then his hands went into her hair to hold her in place while he pumped up into her mouth and she found she liked that a lot. That she was making him lose some control like she hoped and in a good way.

  She loved the taste of him. Hard. Hot. Salty and sweet at the same time.

  Her own body was growing damp and sticky in her shorts, making her realize she’d never been turned on as much doing this before. What she wanted to do was climb on top of him and relieve the pressure she was feeling, but before she did that, she was going to make him shout out her name.

  While his hips were moving up, she closed her lips around him tighter and started to apply a strong suction and that was when he just stopped moving and dropped his hips down.

  She looked up and saw his eyes shut and his lips tight. “Everything okay?”

  “I’m going to lose it. I had to stop.”

  “Losing it is kind of the point,” she said.

  “I wasn’t sure if you’d want that or not.”

  “I’d tell you if I didn’t. But just lie back and let me do the work. Enjoy it.”

  She heard him snort, but he didn’t move again, so she went back to work. Her mouth on him gliding up and down, one hand stroking him, the other cupping his balls. Her eyes noticed his fists clenched at his sides so she figured she was on the right track.

  She kept going until she felt him tense, then just let go. Rather than jerk back, she swallowed quickly, then did it again and kept doing it until there wasn’t anything else.

  She sat back on her heels and wiped her hand in front of her mouth, saw he was breathing heavily and burst out laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked.

  “You. You’re out of breath and I did all the work.”

  “I guess that is kind of funny,” he admitted.

  The next thing she knew there was knocking at the door. “Crap, you didn’t say they were that fast. Cover yourself up,” she said, then grabbed her purse and went to get their dinner, blocking the delivery person from the view in the living room.

  When she turned around, Bryce was stacking the wood in piles and moving them off to the side, putting the instructions on top of it. “All done doing that tonight?” she asked him.

  “Yeah. I thought I’d have it done before you got here, but I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

  “You’ll probably get it done faster without me here being a distraction anyway,” she said grinning at him.

  “But you’re a lovely distraction.”

  She laughed and grabbed two plates so they could eat and then binge watch Travelers again. Funny how in such a short time they’d gotten into a routine.

  Seat of His Pants

  On Monday, Bryce let himself into his office and started to look at his lesson plans for his classes. He was full from having breakfast at Millie’s and talking with Payton. He’d love to be able to do that daily, but knew that would be pushing it more than he should.

  They hadn’t been dating long, but it felt like so much more to him. He couldn’t really explain and decided he wasn’t going to try and just go with it.

  So much of his life was spent planning and working things out. Research and writing. He’d hardly done anything by the seat of his pants and found it odd to want to do it that way with Payton. That he was turning into someone that he never thought he’d be and actually enjoyed it.

  But that old saying “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” was going through his brain.

  He continued to work on getting his review sheets ready when he heard a knock at his door. He didn’t even have time to tell Jenna to come in; she just invited herself over and sat across from him. Students nowadays had no manners half the time.

  “What can I do for you, Jenna?” he asked, looking at her long blonde hair that she must have spent hours carefully arranging each perfect wave and spritzing it in place. She had more makeup on than most girls on campus and her long manicured nails were pointy and lethal looking in a shade of teal.

  “What is my grade right now? It was a D at the midterm, right?”

  She could look up her grade if she wanted to on the college blackboard, but he figured she was too lazy to do that or didn’t know how to log in to her account. It always surprised him how many kids struggled on the computer in this day and age.

  He logged into his computer and pulled it up. “It’s still a D,” he said.

  “What do I need to do to get a B?”

  He held back the laugh. “You could have close to a B if you did your assignments and labs.”

  “I do them,” she said, putting a pout on her face. One he was sure she perfected in the mirror to get just the right selfie to post on her social media accounts.

  “You hand them in barely completed and what is done is sloppy at best. If you put more effort into your homework and labs you’d do better on the tests, both of which you’ve failed already this semester.”

  “I just need to get a B or my father might take away my car. You know he’s a big donor here at Duke, right?” she said, sending him a look that he wanted to wipe off her face.

  “What’s your point with that statement?”

  “That I don’t understand why you can’t just give me a B. I’m a business major, not science. I just need to take this course and get it off my requirement list. I don’t see what the big deal is.”