“As much as I want to take you right here and right now, Peyton,” I whisper in her neck. “James is going to be down any minute.” “You’re the one who put me up on this counter, Mr. Ford,” she says with a smirk. “Are you talking back to me, Peyton?” I raise an eyebrow at her. She gasps and her hand finds her chest. “Who me? No, I would never do such a thing.” “You’re lucky James is going to be here any second,” I growl. “Or I would take you over my knee right here, right now.” “Ohh, that sounds interesting.” She smiles
