Page 122 of Penalty to the Heart

Her eyebrows shoot up high at the bizarre request, but the coy little smile that is tugging at the corner of her lips tells me that she’s into it.

With my penetrating gaze never wavering from hers, I grab what I’m looking for on top of her nightstand and hand it over to her.

She puts her black-framed glasses on and arranges her wild, russet-brown hair into a bun, and my balls feel like they’re about to explode at the sight.

Funny how sometimes your wildest fantasies pale in comparison to the real thing.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Roxie. I swear to God, there isn’t a woman that can compare to you.”

Her eyes slant, touched by my words, coaxing me to lift slightly off the bed just so I can cradle her in my arms and kiss her. Roxie melts into me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, using her fingers to tug at the strands of hair at the nape of my neck. Fully lost in our kiss, I grab her by the hips and sink my cock inside her with one hard thrust.

“Argh,” she moans, her head lolling back.

“No,” I grunt, grabbing the nape of her neck to pull her face to me.

“I want to look at your face as I fuck you.”

The golden flecks in her whiskey-colored eyes shine so bright that they almost resemble incandescent stars.

Droplets of sweat pour down our brows, but neither one of us dares to break the connection to wipe it off, too enraptured by staring into our eyes as our bodies become one.

But she’s so tight. So motherfucking tight that it becomes almost unbearable not to come.

Even as my balls tighten and my cock pounds her sweet pussy, every thrust becoming more tortuous than the last, I hold my ground, needing her pleasure to come before mine.

“Caleb,” she starts to pant, her nails digging into my back, leaving half-crescent moons on my flesh.

“Let go, baby. Just let go,” I encourage since something seems to always block her release, as if something were telling her it’s wrong to experience such ecstasy.

“I… I…” she stammers in hesitation.

Like fuck will I let anything come in the way of my woman coming on my cock.

I lean in and kiss her mouth, my hand sliding in between us just so I can flick her clit as I continue to pound into her warm heat. And it’s with a kiss that her walls start closing in on me, strangling my cock in a way that has me coming in tandem with her. Roxie’s body starts convulsing in my arms, her pussy sucking every last drop of my cum. I swallow her euphoric moans and save them somewhere deep inside me, hidden away in a place where neither grief nor sadness will ever find them.

And when we fall back on the bed, our naked bodies satiated and entwined with one another, my soul feels lighter than it has ever been.

Roxie not only took away all my suffering tonight, but she restored something far more precious to me. Something I believed I had lost a long time ago.

She gave me hope.

The next morning, rays of sunlight warm my face, kissing me awake.

My heavy eyelids remain shut as my arm stretches over to Roxie’s side of the bed, frowning when I find it cold and empty.

The fuck?

I immediately open my eyes to verify that she’s nowhere in sight. My frown dips further when I find my clothes washed and dried, neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room.

I reluctantly get out of bed and open her bedroom door, the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon coming from downstairs.

I’m reminded that, unlike me, she has to go to work this morning.

So, as much as I would love nothing more than to spend my day in bed with her, I know she would never leave her patients hanging just to play hooky with me.

But as I stand in her hallway, I turn my attention to the closed door at the end of the hall—the same one Roxie almost had a panic attack last night just by me looking at it.

I should probably wait and let her tell me what’s behind the door when she’s ready.

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