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Inhaling sharply, she nods. “It’s fine.”
Lifting her hand into the air, she agitatedly runs her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth the wet strands. I can feel her anxiety from across the room, and climbing off the bed, I stalk toward her and pull her into my arms. Instead of relaxing into me like she did in the shower, she stiffens. “I need you to listen to me, okay? I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. I want you, Princess, not because you’re beautiful, not because you let me take control, and not because fucking you feels like coming home. I want you because you’re you, and I like you. Now, what I’m doing right now is called a hug. It’s something people do when they want to make others feel better, so just go with it.”
I feel her smile against my chest as she cautiously wraps her arms around my back and relaxes into me, wanting and not wanting to take the hug at the same time. Refusing to let go of her, we hug until she exhales the last of her tension and melts into me, her body melding with mine.
“I need to get dressed,” she mutters into my shirt.
“I know.” I sigh, reluctantly releasing her and taking my spot on the bed again as she pads over to the dresser and slowly opens the top drawer.
“I didn’t—” she says, staring down at the drawer full of pretty lace and satin underwear.
“Fitzy,” I say simply, before she has a chance to question where all the stuff came from.
She sighs softly and smiles, lifting a lilac underwear set out and pulling it on.
A low growl falls unbidden from my lips, and her head snaps to look at me.
“What?” she asks.
Closing my eyes briefly, I rub at my poor, still-hard dick and groan. “Fucking blue balls.”
“You’re the one who said no sex,” she says with a smirk, turning and sashaying to the closet and disappearing inside.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t take sexy fucking lingerie into consideration,” I groan, trying to reposition my dick so my massive hard-on isn’t quite as visible.
She emerges a few minutes later in a white cropped shirt and a pale-blue silk skirt. “Do you have a hairdryer?”
I shake my head. “No, sorry. We don’t have time to go to the hotel now, but we can grab anything else you need on the way home from Gulliver and Izzy’s later,” I say, jumping up from the bed and pressing a quick kiss to her lips as I head for the door.
“I can’t go out without my hair and makeup done.”
“Why?” I ask, pausing in the doorway. “You don’t need makeup. You’re beautiful without it. Plus, we’re only going to Gulliver’s. Izzy will probably be in a sports bra and sweats with sex hair anyway.”
Her eyes go wide, and I laugh, jogging back to her and pulling her out of the room as she messes with her wet hair.
The closer we get to the Winslow estate, the more agitated Penelope gets. Fidgeting in her seat, she pulls her skirt down, flattens her hair, and checks and re-checks her reflection in the pull-down mirror in the visor. Eventually, I pull my car to the side of the road and turn to look at her. “What’s going on?”
“I’m fine,” she insists, her fingers flattening her hair again.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me,” I snarl angrily.
“Fine,” she hisses, turning in her seat to glare at me. “I have no makeup on, my hair is like a bird’s nest, and my skirt is too short. I’m not supposed to be anything less than perfect, that’s been drilled into me every day for years, so I’m freaking out a little bit. Okay?”
Her furious honesty makes me smile. “Your skirt is fucking perfect,” I say, sliding my hand up her thigh, dragging the hem of the skirt up with me, until my thumb is rubbing over the front of her pretty purple panties. “I think you look fucking beautiful. But if you want to get your hair and makeup done for you,” I say, emphasizing the word, “then I’ll take you to get it done. If you think you need to have it done because it’s what your mom expected, then fuck your mom, what she wants isn’t important anymore.”
Nodding slowly, her lips part as I rub her through her panties, finding her clit and circling it with the pad of my thumb.
“I need some armor,” she pants breathily.
“And that’s what the hair and makeup is? Armor?”
She nods, and I nod back in understanding.
Sliding a finger under her panties, I push it into her soaked sex. Fucking her gently, I tease her clit, until she’s panting and her fingers are gripping the edge of the seat. Curling my finger inside of her, I find her G-spot and work it until her eyes roll and her body starts to tremble as an orgasm rockets through her. I keep fucking her until all of her tension bursts from her in a long exhale, and she sags into her seat.
“Better?” I ask, pulling my hand free and immediately sucking my finger into my mouth, licking her arousal from my skin.
“Much,” she rasps.
