All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Oh God! I’m so sorry!” Peyton clenched her jaw against the desire to spew profanities as the hot coffee soaked through her shirt. She looked at the guy standing in front of her and tried to smile through clenched teeth. He was tall and cute in a Clark Kent kind of way, complete with the dark-rimmed glasses. He also looked mortified to have spilled his coffee all over her. She pinched the wet fabric between her thumb and finger and held it away from her skin so as not to further scald herself. “It’s okay,” she muttered as she stepped out of the way of the growing line of people waiting to pick up their coffees. “Here, let me help.” The guy stood there with a wad of napkins not knowing quite what to do with them. Peyton could see the indecision cross his face as he looked at the wet splotch on her chest. To save him and herself from further embarrassment, she reached out and plucked the napkins from his hand and blotted the wet fabric with them, not that it did anything to help

Ostensibly she knew that the video had been her choice, but it was so much easier to blame Dale and his thoughtlessness. He was the one ultimately responsible for the whole chain reaction. If he had manned up and been honest with her then none of this would have happened. Yes. It was much easier to blame him and not think about how she had pursued him in the first place. It was easier to let the fault be his instead of thinking about how she had manipulated him into asking her out and then pressured him to pop the question. She’d had her plan and Dale had fit neatly into it. He hadn’t even given her any resistance along the way, so really it was his fault. None of this would have happened if he’d been honest with her from the start. Suitably mollified by her own justification of the events, she turned back to her work. The day had already gone to shit, what with the spilled coffee and then being late. Now she had lost one job and that meant losing one income. She needed to do som

She wasn’t above begging at this point. She felt like she was going to explode if only he touched her where she needed it. But the man seemed to know and made a point of skirting around it, licking, sucking, and even nipping at her everywhere else. He was driving her to distraction. She was so turned on that she could barely think. The world around her was mushy like she was cocooned in a giant marshmallow. Her only point of contact was him and where his tongue was currently teasing her. Finally, she felt his fingers spread her lower lips and she moaned in appreciation. He licked her once. One long lick with the flat of his tongue and her hips bucked involuntarily. She would only need another one or two like that and she would rocket into the stratosphere. Peyton couldn’t remember ever feeling this worked up with need, not even with the help of her trusty vibe. “Again,” she demanded and he chuckled. “Again, Finn.” He obliged her, licking her again with the flat of

The Second DateIn some ways, a second date can be harder than the first. With a first date, it’s all about testing the waters and seeing if the initial attraction has any possibility of going somewhere. But a second date…that’s when things start to get real.Taking my own advice, our first date was a group date. We went to Luna Park and had a ball. I walked her to her door at the end of the night and gave her a kiss on the cheek and we made plans for our second date.For our second date, I took her to Federation Square and the new art installation they have there. It was just the two of us. I kept it casual still - no fancy restaurant or flashing cash around. We ate tacos from one of the food vans and then sat on the wharf and watched the fireworks light up the sky. It was still casual, but more intimate than our first date.The second date is a chance to get to know her. It needs to be somewhere that is easy to talk. A movie, a concert, or a play are all great ideas, but you can’t e

Frankie was an architect and he worked from home. He was successful enough not to have to go into the office every day. He now had a stable of architects who looked after the day-to-day business and he just worked with the clients he wanted to. Frankie had been the one to design their warehouse conversion. He was a talented bastard. “What are you doing here? You’re not due for a check-up visit for at least another week.” Finn smiled as he sat on the leather Chesterfield. He loved this room. It was all dark, heavy furniture and smelled like leather and whiskey. “Can’t I just drop in to say hello to my favorite uncle?” “Girl trouble?” Frankie said as he took his own seat. Finn dropped his head back against the couch, closed his eyes, and sighed. “Yeah.” “Is it the girl that you’re writing about?” Finn’s eyes popped open and he looked at his uncle. “What?” his uncle said with a shrug. “You think I don’t read your blog?” The side of Finn’s mouth tipped up in a crooked sm