Page 59 of Forbidden Obsession

I couldn’t get enough of Penelope. But most importantly, I never wanted to have my fill of her. It was the first time I’d wanted to keep a woman, which made Penelope a danger to my entire mission in life.

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Penelope

Ihad been living a dream. Strangely enough, getting fucked by Dominic day in and out was the thing made of erotic hallucinations. He was a master at everything he did—right down to how he sucked my pussy and made me cream.

I smiled at him sitting across the table. It was our last night here. Tomorrow, reality would resume its bland nature of evolution by comparison. If I had the power to pause time, I would do it now. What girl would ever want to move away from the luxury of this week? Not me. Not anyone.

“You know, I never got to see you dance.”

A lone brow rose up his face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me loud and clear. You didn’t do much dancing when we were at the masquerade ball. We spent the night mingling, sipping champagne, and offering polite smiles.”

He mused and nodded. “What is your point, goddess?”

He knew calling me goddess aroused me. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me either.

“My point is, you owe me a dance.”

He frowned. “I don’t recall promising a dance.”

“Taking a girl to a ball is promising a dance.”

He shook his hand. “Is that what they call girl math?”

I laughed, tickled from end to end. “If it works, then yes.”

“I’ll turn on some music, and we can dance.”

“Nope. That’s not good enough.”

He rolled in his bottom lip and bit it. “Okay. What would suffice?”

“Take me to a club. Let’s go find a club atmosphere, like a party, and let me see you move.”

“Penelope, haven’t you gotten enough of my movements?”

Heat spilled down my skin, and I leaned forward. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough, Dominic.”

“No?”

“Never.”

He smirked. “A nightclub?”

“Yes. I feel like a club in Italy should be checked off my bucket list.”

“You’re in your twenties. Why do you have a bucket list?”

I shrugged. “I don’t. It’s a figure of speech. Clubbing in Italy is one of the once-in-a-lifetime things, right?”

“Wrong.”

Surprised, I twisted my lips. “Were you born and raised here?”

“Yes.”

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