“You took off your shirt,” she said, shamelessly looking at me. “Peyton,” I said with a sigh. “My cock is hard. I’m half-naked. The only reason I’m here is because you said you wanted to have sex with me.” She dropped her head back, laughing. “You make it sound like I found out you’re a Russian spy, and I’m blackmailing you!” I froze. “Shit. You know about that?” “I went through your underwear drawer when you weren’t looking. I found the papers,” she said solemnly. “Multiple me again, and I won’t turn you in.” “Now, that’s blackmail.” She nodded. “I take my orgasms very seriously.”
