Free EMMETT (The Corbin Brothers Book 3) by Lexie Ray

liked what she saw, and she managed to convey that in a single expression.
    “Let’s make this as uncomplicated as possible, shall we?” she said, sitting gingerly on the edge of my bed and looking up at me. “You’re hung up about sex with me — who’s had it, who hasn’t, whether or not you’ll ever have it. I’m offering it to you right now, Emmett. Right here.”
    “The catch?” I asked, barely able to speak. She had to see that I wanted it. I wanted it so bad that I wasn’t even ashamed I couldn’t hide it.
    “No catch at all,” she said. “I want a good working relationship with you, and I’m sure you want the same thing with me. Let’s just get this out of the way. Dispel any myths or rumors. My very first Corbin — my, oh, my. I can’t wait to see what this ranching dynasty is all about.”
    I laughed at that, and she laughed right back. “You’re ridiculous.”
    “Come here and tell me how ridiculous I am.”
    I approached her, and without warning, she took my length completely in her mouth in one smooth, fluid movement. I gagged on my own breath, then coughed an exhale.
    “Okay?” she asked, withdrawing and looking up.
    “Just took me by surprise.”
    “I’m full of lots of surprises. After this, you’ll be surprised at how easy it is to focus.”
    “I remember you saying that at the bar, offering me a hand job.”
    “You’re a good listener.” She smiled. “And I told the truth. Let’s get down to business … so we can really get down to business.”
    All of this because she wanted my undivided attention, devoid of suspicion or envy, when we talked about the horse rehab project. I’d take what I could get. There was no point resisting. I wanted this. With the gusto with which Peyton was sucking me off, covering every inch of me with her wet mouth, I almost believed she wanted this, too. Did she? She was a professional at this, something that I thought would be sort of a turnoff, but it wasn’t. Peyton knew exactly what she was doing, and I decided that the best approach I could take was to let her do whatever she wanted.
    Whatever she wanted ended up being her closing her mouth, smirking at me, and leaning back before spreading her legs, revealing herself to me like a flower’s inner petals.
    “What are you waiting for?” she asked, touching herself, trying to provoke me to action.
    I refused to be rushed, no matter how badly I wanted her. “I’m just going to take the scenic route, I think,” I informed her before sinking to my knees and taking her hand in mine, licking the fingers that she’d dragged between her lips so sensuously. I liked the way she tasted, didn’t understand any man who refused to go down on a woman. It was more than just common courtesy — it was sexy as hell, and it tasted good, too. Anyone who thought otherwise, or demanded artificially flavored douches or lubes, was an idiot who didn’t understand what he was missing.
    Peyton watched me, then arched her body in a surprised parabola as I lapped the same path her finger had taken, parting those sweet petals. I knew just what I was looking for, circling her clit before teasing it a little to see just how sensitive she was.
    Answer: very.
    She made the most delectable moans that grew more and more muddied as I journeyed upward, kissing and licking a path up her belly, past her navel, then detouring for a few minutes around each of her perfect breasts. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath as I nibbled first one nipple, then the other to hard little peaks, dusky and beautiful. Peyton was eager to kiss me when I finally reached her lips, which was a turn-on. I imagined she could easily taste her own body on my tongue, and she was into it.
    “This was supposed to be about you, Emmett Corbin,” she said, breaking the kiss, staring at me, her dark eyes unreadable.
    “Believe me. I’m enjoying myself very much.”
    She clasped her legs around my waist and squeezed, pushing my hand down between