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“Come for me, sweet Penelope. Come.”

For whatever crazy reason, I realized almost no one called me by my full name. Most called me Penny. But he was so formal, so intensely perfect.

He knew my body already, slowing and shifting the angle until there was no way I could keep from obeying him. My body was like putty in his very capable hands.

As soon as I began to climax, he let out a deep roar. The sound was as much an aphrodisiac as everything else. I couldn’t hold back, the orgasm becoming so powerful, only strangled air pushed past my lips.

And he didn’t stop, his actions more tenacious and almost violent, the hard rocking creating a wall of vibrations.

But he wasn’t finished. When I began to come down from the high, he rolled us over until I was straddling him. He wasn’t interested in lying down, sitting so he could look me directly in the eyes.

He slipped his hand under my hair, squeezing my neck as my pussy muscles were doing with his throbbing cock. The fingers of his other hand traced my spine, and it felt less like a touch and more like a jolt of electricity. Every point of contact burned, demanding my absolute focus. I couldn’t have looked away if my life depended on it.

I pressed my knees against him, rocking slowly at first. Neither one of us blinked. I slid my arm over his shoulder, casually tangling my fingers in his hair. I wanted him as closely pinned against me as he did with me.

Together we rocked, once again barely blinking, but studying each other almost as if from afar. Two total strangers with no real knowledge of the other and in so many ways, that made this much more exciting. For the first time, I honestly didn’t need to know more.

He was a decent man and made a good living, so he wasn’t trying to mooch off me. He certainly was a busy man so I’d have plenty of time to work on my business and from what I could tell and from his reputation, while merciless, he wasn’t a serial killer.

A plus.

I almost laughed at the ridiculousness until the sheer pleasure dragged me straight back into the moment. That and his possessive hold. We rocked together, his fingers digging into my neck while I continually tugged on his hair. Soon, we were both panting and I was bucking hard against him.

Every breath was ragged.

Every touch was passionate.

He rubbed his lips across mine.

I bit his lower lip.

He growled in response.

I purred and clawed his chest.

In those moments of letting go as my pussy spasmed, clenching as another amazing moment of sheer ecstasy rolled through me, I lost all sense of myself. And it was fabulous.

In those seconds as another orgasm swept through me, he finally released, filling me with his seed.

What to expect from here, I didn’t know.

But honestly, I just didn’t care.

CHAPTER 16

Christian

Three weeks of watching her, including several additional days since spending time with her.

Three weeks of depraved thoughts and a burning need that was very much unlike me.

Worse since allowing myself to taste her.

One night had altered my way of thinking and it continued to baffle me.

I’d spent hours in my home gym, even more behind an easel pretending to be a great artist. The canvas had called to me, the subject matter perfection, but I’d been lost in thoughts instead of in the paint.

Something needed to give and only one thing could cure that.