Page 42 of One Pucking Wish

The second her bra falls, my mouth is on one nipple while my hand tugs at the other.

She threads her fingers through my hair, holding my head against her chest as I suck. “We have to hurry.”

I release her nipple with a final flick of my tongue. “Take off your pants,” I say as I unzip mine.

“This is stupid. We should stop,” she says as she wiggles out of her slacks and panties, leaving her completely bare.

“It is, and we should.” I dip my hand between her legs and slide my finger inside. “Tell me to stop.”

“No.” Her voice shakes as I work my finger inside her, my thumb giving attention to her bundle of nerves.

“This isn’t Vancouver, Penny.”

“I know.”

“This changes things.”

She clings to my forearms as her body starts to tremble. “I know.”

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper into her ear as her body shakes hard.

“Make me feel,” she whines.

I rub her clit with a little more force, and she explodes. My free hand covers her mouth as she falls over the edge into oblivion, coming all over my fingers. Removing my hand, I circle both my hands under her ass and lift her. Her legs wrap around my hips as I slide into her. Turning us toward the back of the closet, I push her against the back wall and thrust inside her. She feels so good. I’ve never had better. Something about Penny is utterly intoxicating.

I bury my face into her neck and pound into her. Clamping my mouth shut, I hold in my sounds. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I explode inside her.

We stay connected in this embrace as I come down from my orgasm. God, that was fucking good.

Penny’s eyes go wide as she looks over my shoulder. I whip my head around just in time to see Bash slamming the door shut.

“Fuck,” I groan, sliding out of Penny. Her legs unwrap from my hips, and her feet hit the floor.

She pushes my chest and hurries around me, snatching her clothes off the floor. “I told you to lock the damn door!” she whisper-yells.

“No, you didn’t. You told me that you locked the door.”

She furrows her brows and glares. “What? No, I said, lock the door.”

“No, you said, I locked the door.”

She makes quick work of dressing. “I never said I.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I know I didn’t because I knew that I didn’t lock the damn door, Gunner. It’s why I told you to lock it!” She runs her palms against her head, pulling her hair back tight before twisting it up and securing it with the clip. “I can’t believe this is happening. This was so stupid. What were we thinking?”

“I’m going to kill that little shit.” I button my jeans.

“You better make sure he doesn’t tell anyone. I could lose my job and, worse, my pride. Ugh, I am so stupid!” She smooths her hand over her shirt and again over her hair.

“I’ll take care of it,” I say.

“You better.”

I nod toward the bin of light bulbs. “You want those light bulbs now?”

“No. I’m heading straight to my car and getting the hell out of here. I’m going home to take a long bath and forget this ever happened.” She points her finger my way. “Fix this.”

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