Page 47 of Penthouse Prince
When I put my hand over hers, slowing her, she meets my eyes with a look of confusion. “That feels so good. But I’m going to make a mess,” I say on a shaky exhale.
Without a word, she slides to the floor between my parted knees and brings her mouth to my swollen cock. If I was worried about embarrassing myself before, with the wet heat of her tongue on my cock, now it’s game over.
I gather her hair in my fist and watch her work, her mouth moving over me in slow, languid kisses and sucks. It’s erotic and sexy, and wow, I still can’t believe she’s doing this.
“That’s it.” My voice is a rough pant.
I reach down to touch her breasts, pinching one nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. I feel her shocked little gasp vibrate around me.
“Fuck. Corr—” I groan. “Gonna come.”
She eases her mouth down, swallowing me as I erupt. The feelings of pleasure are so intense, a bolt of white light momentarily blinds me.
When she rises to her feet, I pull her forward until she falls into my lap, her knees pressed into the cushion on either side of my thighs. It’s the perfect position to tease and touch and linger over all of my favorite spots.
I tug down her bra, exposing her breasts, and capture one perky tit in my mouth. And when I sink two fingers deep inside her, Corrigan begins to unravel.
I haven’t forgotten a thing. The way she feels, the sounds she makes, the things she likes. When I find the spot that makes her moan, she begins riding my hand, little jerks of her hips as she seeks her own release. And then she’s almost there—right on the edge. One more kiss and she comes apart, her body trembling as the waves crest over her.
Satisfied and breathless, she melts into my arms, resting her cheek against my chest. We just fit—her soft, sensual body against mine. I can feel her heart throbbing as she rests against me, and a smile lifts my lips.
This is so not what I planned for tonight, but I can’t deny how happy I am at the change in plans. I don’t want this moment to end, but all too soon, it does. She climbs from my lap, straightening her underwear and bra, and begins to get dressed.
We finish our drinks as the credits roll on the movie.
“I guess we missed the ending,” she says, glancing at the screen.
I smile. “We did.” And it was so worth it.
When I walk her to the front door, Corrigan doesn’t linger. I want to kiss her good-bye, but she’s already opened the door and is stepping outside, digging inside her purse for her key fob.
“I’ll call you about that date,” I say as she wanders down the stone path to her car, which is parked under the swath of light coming from my garage carriage lights.
“Good night, Lexington,” she calls up to me.
“Night, Corrigan,” I say, just before she slips into the driver’s seat.17* * *CORRIGANLast night was one hundred percent not what I expected.
Showing up at Lex’s house uninvited was a bold move, I admit. But what I thought would be a quick handoff of a present for Grier turned into a very grown-up game of truth or dare, a steamy hookup session, and a date for tonight.
Yeah. Life comes at you fast sometimes. I’d like to thank courage, bourbon, and Terminal Honor 3.
Now I’m digging my date-night wedges out of the back of my closet for the second time this week, and I can’t help but think of how proud Sarah Jo would be if she knew. Two dates in less than seven days, and I didn’t even have to resort to that silly dating app she was pressuring me to download.
Sure, the first date was about as romantic as a flaming dumpster rolling down a hill, but even that night served its purpose. One night with Mr. Wrong opened my eyes to what I really need in my Mr. Right. And if my gut feelings are right, Mr. Right may also be Mr. Right in Front of Me.
I guess I’ll find out tonight.
Setting my wedges down on my bedroom floor, I step into them one at a time, trying to ignore the pinch on my pinkie toes. Less than an hour of wearing these bad boys the other night, and I still managed to develop the worst blisters of my life. That’s how out of practice I am in the high-heel game.
I try out a few tentative steps, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from cringing at the pain. Power through, Corrigan. It’ll be worth it to see the look on Lex’s face when he sees how amazing my legs look in these.
