Kyra closed her eyes and snickered at Peyton’s joke. When she stopped laughing, she pushed his hand to the side so she could grip his erection the way she wanted. She stroked and felt him lean into her hand. Her heart beat hard and for a moment it fluttered in mild alarm. She pushed away the panic and opened her eyes to see Peyton’s interested gaze on her face.
“Please don’t look so alarmed, Doc. I find you very pleasing to stare at for long periods of time,” he said.
For some reason, his compliment struck her as incredibly funny. “I’m sorry I’m laughing, but you’re supposed to say you find me beautiful, Peyton.”
Peyton grinned as he rolled on top of her. Her grip released him, which let him settle his erection in the crease of her thighs. “I was trained to tell women they’re beautiful,
