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  “I’m not aware. As far and Daryl and I are concerned, everything is running smoothly.” He was going to be paying a visit to Elise downstairs. “I better let you get back to your photo shoot. Take care.”

  “I will, and you.”

  He hung up the phone, and immediately made his way downstairs where he found Elise moving around a bunch of men and women on sewing machines. Most of the outfits were on mannequins, having changes made.

  “Hunter, it’s so good to have you here.” She took him through to her office. “What’s up?”

  “Just been on the phone with Payton, and she doesn’t know if Monday is a guaranteed date.”

  Elise rubbed at her head. “I’ve had to make some changes to certain schedules, and Daryl’s arranging the new photographers. I’ve been out most of the week, checking the zones are what I want. Believe me, Hunter, this is going to be a hit.”

  “I want one photo shoot ready on Monday.”

  “This is going to take a couple of weeks, and I can book Payton during that time if you would like,” she said.

  He turned to his cousin without saying a word.

  “It’s obvious you’re digging her. Clearly you want her close.”

  He walked away shaking his head, but again, still smiling. For the rest of the day he was watching the clock, and for the first time since he started his company, he was out of the door at exactly five o’clock, even to Daryl’s surprise.

  Within two hours he was already changed and heading to Payton’s. He pressed the buzzer on her apartment, and this time she let him inside. Making his way up toward her floor, he knocked on her door, and there she was.

  The dress she wore hung off one shoulder, and seemed to dip between the valley of her breasts.

  “I invited you up. Isn’t that what you wanted?” she asked.

  “It is.” The dress stopped at her knee, and when she turned, presenting him with her back, he saw that there was no line of her panties. His cock was already responding, but all this woman needed to do was smile, and he was putty in her hands.

  Closing the door, he looked around her space. It was a large apartment, in a nice area of the city. His place was a little bigger, but what he loved about Payton’s home was it seemed loving. There were lots of pictures, and in the corner was a large bookshelf. He followed her into the kitchen, and he saw a large round chocolate cake with frosting over it.

  “Did you make that?”

  “Yes, I did.” She had already filled a vase, and took the flowers from him.

  “May I have a slice?” he asked. Chocolate was in fact one of his weaknesses. She put the roses down, and took the dome off the cake, cutting him a large slice. She put it on a small plate with a fork, and handed it to him.

  “I do hope you like it.”

  One bite, and he was in love. The frosting wasn’t rock hard, but it was sweet, making his mouth water for another bite. The cake was moist, the frosting divine.

  Everything about this cake was perfection.

  She put the roses into the vase, and then came toward him. “I actually got something for you.”

  “For me?”

  “Yes. I figure that you wouldn’t like flowers, but the way you’re going at that cake, I think I should have baked you one. Still, I hope you like it.”

  He put the empty plate down, and he wanted to lick every single last crumb off the plate. It was a shame to waste good cake. If she went to the bathroom, he would do it, but right now, it seemed really undignified.

  He took the square box, and opened the lid. Inside was a gold watch, but it was down to the fact that she had bought him a gift.

  “We finished our photo shoot early. Rick had a date, and I had some time to kill. I passed a jeweler’s and I saw it and thought of you. If you don’t like it I can take it back, and change it.”

  “It’s lovely, Payton, thank you.” No one, besides his parents, had gotten him a gift before.

  “I always figure that the guy brings roses, so why can’t we get our man a gift? Not that I’m saying you’re my man, but you get the gist of it,” she said, giggling.

  He removed the watch he’d been wearing, and replaced it with hers. “Are you ready to party?”

  ****

  Payton patted her foot to the beat of the music. The entire club, Raw, was alive with energy. People were dancing, and everyone was crowded together. Hunter was talking with the owner, and she didn’t mind that he was doing business, but she didn’t like the way other women were looking at him.

  That man was with her.

  Finally, after half an hour, and two shots of tequila later, she’d had enough.

  Moving up toward the two men, she patted Hunter on the back. He turned toward her.

  “Hi, yeah, remember me, your date? If not, I’m going on that dancefloor, and then I’m leaving.”

  She spun on her heel, and climbed onto the dancefloor. It seemed a little childish to make an ultimatum, but she had acted like a silly woman. The moment he had called, she had dropped everything for a chance to be with him. Rick had invited her to dinner with the woman she had set him up with online. She’d pulled out of that dinner, to be out with Hunter, only for him to leave her for business.

  The moment she was surrounded by people dancing, she was able to relax, and finally begin dancing herself. She didn’t like how Hunter affected her. It was one of the reasons why she had initiated the just sex rule, and still, she was breaking her own rules.

  She enjoyed being with him, and buying him that watch had been so stupid.

  Ugh! She was embarrassed. With the low lighting, she was pleased no one else could see her feelings. Closing her eyes, she let the music rush through her, and let go for several moments, until a hand wrapped around her waist.

  She jerked around and saw Hunter was right there. He leaned down so his lips brushed her ear. “I was talking business, baby. You didn’t have to worry.”

  “Talk business on your own time. You invited me out, and ignored me. Are you punishing me for what I said to you at your place?” she asked, then wished she could take those words back. She put her hands on his chest. “You know what? Let’s just have a lot of fun, okay? I don’t want to make this complicated in any way.”

  The hand at her waist moved down to her ass, and he pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his cock press against her stomach.

  “I shouldn’t have left you. You could have joined us at any time.”

  “Please. Women were practically drooling all over you.” She winced at the sound of her own jealousy. Hunter didn’t seem to mind. He was chuckling.

  “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were a little jealous there. You have nothing to worry about, Payton. I’m here with you, and you’re the only woman I’ve been thinking about for a long time now.”

  This was getting more complicated. The music changed to something low and sensual. Hunter spun her around so that her back was to him, and his lips grazed her neck.

  Closing her eyes, she relished the feel of his arms around her. He was so tall, so muscular that he had the ability to make her feel protected. Sometimes she missed that, having someone to lean on. Rick was great. He was also her best friend, and she didn’t want to lean on him in any other way than as friends.

  By the end of the night, she was slightly drunk, and a lot happy.

  “I’ve not had a fun night out like that in a long time,” she said, making her way up to her apartment.

  “I’m pleased you enjoyed it.”

  Leaning against her door, she smiled at him. “You’ve been really nice to me, and I appreciate it. Now, I’m a little drunk, so sex is totally off the table because I don’t do stuff like that. However, I can offer you coffee, and maybe some Chinese leftovers?”

  “How about coffee and we share a slice of that chocolate cake, and you’ve got yourself a deal?”

  “Ah, you like my cooking?” She opened the door, waiting for him to enter before locking it. P
utting her bag, shoes, and keys on the floor, she padded her way toward the kitchen. She was a little drunk but not so much that she couldn’t operate her kettle. Once that was filled and boiling, she grabbed two large dinner plates. She was starving. Cutting him a slice, she placed it in front of him on the table, and sat opposite him.

  “I love your cooking, but technically, I’ve not tasted anything you’ve cooked.”

  She laughed. “Stay the night and I will cook you breakfast. If you don’t want to, I understand. Also if sharing a bed is weird for you, I’ll take the sofa. You’re way too big to fit on mine.”

  “You think I’m big?” he asked with a wink.

  “You know you’re very big, and you certainly know how to use it.”

  He closed his eyes, and she watched as he released a moan. “This is heaven. You love to bake.”

  “I do. This cake, it was Bethany’s favorite. Thinking about her these past couple of weeks, it’s been hard. I wanted to remember her.” She smiled. “When we were younger, our mom would make this, and we’d sit and stare at it, hoping she’d cave and let us have a slice before dinner. I miss those days.”

  He reached out, touching her hand. “How are your folks?”

  “I don’t talk to my parents. After Bethany died, I blamed them and myself, and everything. I mean … how did I not know? She was so thin, and when I pointed it out after hugging her, she stopped hugging me. Everything just changed, and I wish I could go back, and not be so absorbed in my own thing.”

  “What did you before modeling kicked off?” he asked.

  “I worked in a lot of hostels, and refugee centers. Total turnaround right? Rick was a lawyer. He worked in helping others, and did a lot of pro-bono work. We knew each other as kids. The modeling took off, and he didn’t like the way I was being treated, and I guess you can say the rest is history.”

  “It must have been a huge change?”

  “It was. At times it has been hard to make the adjustments. I’m still me. My parents, they don’t like that I’m a plus-size model. They think I’m making a mockery out of Bethany’s death.” She had never told anyone that before. “I’ve not spoken to them in years.”

  “Did your sister know about what you were doing?” he asked.

  “Yes, she did. She told me to ignore everyone, and to just be myself. To not let anyone else tell me that I wasn’t beautiful or worth it or something. To live my life to the fullest.”

  “Your sister sounded awesome.”

  “She really was, and she had great taste in cake.”

  She finished their coffee, and handed him a cup. The cake was so good, and eating it, she felt like her sister was there with her. Moments like this, she hated. They made her feel so lonely.

  “I don’t mind sharing a bed. I have nothing against sleeping with you without the sex,” he said.

  After finishing their cake and coffee, she showed him to the bedroom and the bathroom. Wiping the makeup off her face, she brushed her teeth, and handed a spare one to him to use. Rushing into her bedroom, she quickly pulled on a nightshirt and climbed into bed. Her heart was racing, and yet she felt completely stupid for reacting like this. He was just a guy, and yet she’d been the one to put sex only. Now they were sharing a bed without sex.

  They shouldn’t be having sex in the first place, and this was totally wrong, and it all felt right. Being with him was fun, and he made her smile in ways she hadn’t done for a long time.

  She knew he was a player and had many other girlfriends in the past. She had searched him on the internet to try to find more about this guy that had her body humming in ways it hadn’t.

  Seconds later he came out of her bathroom with only his boxer briefs on. She turned on her side with her head in her hand, watching. “Very sexy!”

  They were black briefs, which gave him a lot of extra credit as far as she was concerned.

  “I thought you’d like them.”

  “I do. I think I’d have to terminate our sleeping together if you came out in white. I don’t like them.”

  He laughed, and climbed in beside her, turning so that he was facing her. “I can say you’re the first woman I would have slept with all night in a bed.”

  “Then I will consider it an honor.”

  Chapter Six

  Waking up to the scent of bacon wasn’t something that Hunter was accustomed to. What he also didn’t expect was to be wrapped around Payton’s pillow, hugging it to his chest. Breathing in her scent, he let out a moan as his already stiff cock pulsed some pre-cum out of the tip.

  This woman was going to be the death of him. Last night, watching her dance after she had given him an ultimatum … he didn’t do well with those kinds of threats, but she’d made him hard. It hadn’t been his intention to leave her alone to party, but the moment he got talking, everything else had faded into the background. Time had slipped away from him so that when Payton came to him, he’d not realized how long it had been.

  It was his fault, and he took all of the blame. After finishing his conversation with his friend, he’d watched Payton on the dancefloor, her tits giving that little bounce, threatening to spill out of the top of the dress. What he’d loved though was her ass. It was nice, round, and he couldn’t wait to fuck it. He loved grabbing hold of her butt, and riding her hard.

  Climbing out of the bed, he went to the bathroom, did his morning piss, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and made his way out toward the kitchen.

  Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he paused and admired Payton’s ass again. This time, it was covered in a long shirt, but he didn’t mind. Her dark hair was pinned on top of her head, and she was dancing to some music.

  She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “You’re awake finally. I thought you would spend all day snoring.”

  “I don’t snore.”

  “You do. A little. You’re not perfect, Hunter.” She winked at him, and placed several rashers of bacon on a plate. “I promised you breakfast, and you can see, I deliver.”

  He took a seat, and his stomach grumbled.

  Payton served her own breakfast, and sat opposite him. She poured him a cup of coffee, humming as she did.

  “You’re not hungover?”

  “Nope. I don’t drink enough to get hungover. I like that buzz you get. If I’d had another shot of tequila, now that would have been a whole other scenario.” She drank some orange juice, grabbed a slice of toast, and took a bite.

  She ate without fear, and he found her refreshing.

  “Don’t you like bacon? You’re not a vegetarian. You had beef at the Italian place.”

  “I’m not vegetarian. It’s … different watching a woman eat.”

  “A night of dancing, I’m famished. I’m trying not to eat like a pig.”

  “I don’t think that is possible.”

  “Don’t you ever taste something that is like the most amazing flavor and you feel like you can’t get enough in your mouth? My first ever meatball sub was like that. Garlicky meatballs, tomato sauce, and cheese, shove it in, and wow.” She did a pouty face. “I lost a white shirt that day. I had sauce all over my boobs. It was so embarrassing and so worth it.”

  He took a bite of the bacon, and then a scoopful of the scrambled eggs. They were delicious.

  “You didn’t think I could cook, did you?” she asked.

  There was a twinkle in her eye that he was finding so beautiful to look at.

  “I’m guilty. You baked the cake and you cook.”

  “I do.” She got up, and went to the cupboards, showing him that they were in fact heaving with food. Spices, pasta, rice, and all kinds of other goodies. “This is what I do on my weekend. I clean out my cupboards, and check over everything I have. I spend the weekend cooking the food I will take for the following week. Put some in my fridge, others in my freezer, and I’m all set.” She closed everything up, and came to sit down. “What are your plans for today?”

  “Sitting and watching you cook.”

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sp; “I’m all set meals wise,” she said. “If you’re free, we can spend some time together. You did say you wanted the weekends all to yourself, or has that changed?” She licked some juice off her finger, and smiled at him.

  “Come here,” he said. She walked to him, and he pushed away from the table. Tugging her down onto his lap, he sank his fingers into her hair. “You asked me if there’s anything I’ve tasted that I couldn’t get enough of.”

  “I did.”

  “Your pussy. I want another taste of your sweet pussy.” With his free hand, he pressed it between her thighs, and they both moaned. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

  “I rarely wear them, Hunter.” She pressed her lips against his, and he ran his hands down to cup her ass. As he squeezed and kneaded the flesh, they both moaned.

  Suddenly, Payton sank to her knees before him, taking hold of his boxer briefs and sliding them down until they were at his knees. His cock sprang free. The tip was swollen and slick. The vein along the side seemed to pulse as it filled with his blood.

  Payton wrapped her fingers around the shaft and flicked her tongue across the tip. He moaned.

  “Put it in your mouth.”

  “You want me to suck your cock, sir?” she asked, the wicked smile testing him in more ways than one.

  He wrapped her hair around his wrist so that he had control. “Suck my dick, Payton.”

  “Yes.”

  She covered the head of his cock, taking him to the back of her throat, coating the length of him with her saliva. She came up but didn’t wait for instruction. She bobbed her head, taking a great deal of his length without choking on it.

  He watched as she slowly took more of him into the back of her throat, and swallowed him. Each time she did, it made him moan. He hadn’t intended to get his cock sucked this morning, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

  She sucked more of him into her mouth, bringing him closer to orgasm. He wanted to close his eyes and keep on watching her at the same time.

  “Touch yourself,” he said. Both of her hands were resting on her knees, but he didn’t want her to just be giving himself pleasure. He wanted her to experience it as well.