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“I’m obsessed with you, Princess, you’ve turned me into an idiot for you,” I admit, sliding my palm over her breast and pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb as my dick starts to harden against her ass.
A quiet moan comes from her parted lips, and she curves into me, pushing her ass against my cock and her breast into my palm. “Do you need more?” I rasp.
“Yes,” she begs.
Flattening my palm against her stomach, I part her legs with my thigh and slide my dick back into her soaked core. Rocking my hips, I fuck her slow and deep, turning her head so I can kiss her. Swallowing her sounds of pleasure, I rub her clit, feeling the way her body tightens until an orgasm swamps her, crashing over her in waves and dragging my own release from me with a shuddering groan.
“Mine,” I whisper, as I fall asleep with my dick still inside of her.
* * *
I’m dragged from sleep by the shrill ring of my cell phone screaming from the bedside table. Flailing my hand behind me, I eventually find it and answer it as my eyes fall shut again. “Hello?”
“Dude, where are you? It’s nearly lunchtime,” Davis asks, his voice far too loud.
“Asleep,” I yawn, smiling as Princess rolls into me, her messy hair tickling my face.
“You guys need to get over here, there’re photographers at the gate, it’s madness.” He laughs.
“Fuck. Okay, give us thirty minutes and we’ll be there,” I say, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with my fingers.
“Tell Pen to get her devastated game face ready.”
“Yeah, yeah, see you soon,” I growl, ending the call and dropping my cell. Grabbing Penelope, I roll her beneath me, kissing away the sleepy giggles that escape from her lips. “We need to get up.”
“I know, I heard. Do you think Mom and Dad are back from the dead yet?”
Chuckling, I nip at the pulse point on her neck. “I don’t think so, or else we’d be going to Gulliver’s place, not your mom and dad’s house.”
“I need a shower,” she says, tilting her head to the side so I can kiss and lick her neck some more.
“You smell like sex and me. I like it,” I growl playfully.
“So basically, I stink.” She smiles.
“But in a really sexy way.” Her laugh is soft and sexy, and my dick hardens. “I want you,” I rasp.
“You had me twice when we got back and then again when you woke me up in the middle of the night fucking me,” she purrs.
“Best. Night. Ever.”
“We need to get up.” She giggles, pressing a kiss to my lips.
Reluctantly, I pull away and climb out of bed, holding out my hand for her. Naked and mussed, she takes my hand, and I pull her up, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her over my shoulder.
“Hawthorn!” she screams, laughing while I carry her into the shower and make sure that every inch of her beautiful body is squeaky clean.
* * *
Pounding my fist on the car’s horn, I slowly inch forward through the crowd of photographers that have gathered at the Rhodeses’ front gate, while Penelope hides her face in her hands. When the gates have closed behind us, she drops her hands and smirks. “Grief-stricken enough?” she asks.
“Devastated,” I mock with a wink. “But you better keep it up till we’re in the house just in case any of them have a telephoto lens.”
Sliding her huge sunglasses over her eyes, she perfects her heartbroken frown as I pull to a stop behind Kip’s car. Killing the engine, I climb out and circle around to her side of the car, pulling her into my body the moment I reach her. “No giggling till we get through the front door,” I say playfully.
“My parents are lost at sea, what is there to giggle about?” she says with faux seriousness.
Kip opens the door when we hit the first step, his expression stoic as he greets Penelope with a hug and me with a formal handshake. The moment the door is closed behind me, Kip grins and laughs his hyena laugh. “God, Penelope, you’re the picture of a grief-stricken daughter.”
