Page 61 of Someone You Deserve

“Holy shit,” I gasp as Penn pulls out before thrusting back in to the hilt.

“Jesus…” Penn lets out a guttural groan and then leans over my body, lining up his mouth to my ear again. “God, you make me crazy. I’ve thought about this so many times, Astrid. How you would feel, how you would sound.”

“Fuck me, Penn. Please. Harder.”

He picks up his pace, interlacing his fingers with mine as he gives me his weight on my back. He’s so deep, so long and thick that it doesn’t take long before I feel an orgasm start to bloom. The sound of his hipsslapping against my ass echoes in the kitchen and the metal table rattles with each of his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel too good. I’m not done with you yet, but you make me want to lose my fucking mind.” Penn buries his face in my neck, grunting as he fucks me hard. But then he abruptly lifts off me and pulls me up from the table, hooking his arms under mine and holding me to his chest as he bends his knees, changing the angle and sliding out of me because of our height difference. When his hands cup my breasts, I twist my head to the side and find his lips, pressing our mouths together.

Penn spins me around and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, holding me above the ground. He lines back up to my core and pulls me down on his cock, fucking me mid-air, guiding me up and down as if I weigh nothing.

But this isn’t nothing.

This is everything.

His cock slides in and out of me as I push my pelvis against him, my arms wrapped around his neck for leverage. His hands lift me by the hips, pulling me up and down his length, building me toward an explosion I don’t think I’m ready for.

Penn lays me back down on the counter and hovers over me, his hips never breaking their rhythm. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come, Astrid. I can’t hold back much longer.”

Reaching between us, my other arm wrapped around his neck for support, I find my clit and rush to meet him at the finish line. It doesn’t take much since I’m already so close, and when I start to clench around him and moan incoherently, Penn pulls me to him harder and deeper, bringing us both over the edge together.

When we’re spent, clutching one another so tightly, our bodies coated in a layer of sweat, the weight of what just happened hits me and it’s as if I snap awake from a dream.

I slept with Penn.

Oh my God. What did we just do?Funny how our brains can think rationally again once the desire wears off.

Penn pushes off of me slowly and runs a hand through his hair. “Stay here.” I watch his naked backside as he strolls away from me to grab a clean dish rag, runs it under water at the sink, and then he walks back over to me, lifts me off the table and spins me around, cleaning my skin where the frosting was earlier, his touch so delicate compared to the ferocity he displayed just moments ago.

Then we dress in silence, barely making eye contact.

I don’t know what to do now. It’s not like I have much experience with this.

But as the quiet between us grows, the more I fear we’ve made a huge mistake, especially because Penn isn’t saying anything either. For a man who told me he was going to take what he wanted tonight, he suddenly is giving off a completely different energy.

Penn finally looks at me, his gaze unreadable. But as he closes the distance between us and peers down at me, I accept that things between us will never be the same. And now I’m not sure what happens next.

“Astrid,” he says, reaching up to cup my jaw. But before he can get another word in, my phone rings in my pocket.

“Shoot.” I scramble to take it out and see it’s my mom calling, almost dropping the phone because my hands are shakingso badly. “Hello?”

“Hi, hon. Lilly is asking for you. She wants to make sure you’ll be home to tuck her in for bed.” Glancing at the screen, I notice the time and wince.

“Yeah, I’m on my way.” My eyes find Penn’s again as he takes a step back from me.

“Okay, see you soon. Be careful.”

“Bye.” When I hang up the phone, I sigh. “I need to get home,” I say as I walk to my office to grab my purse. I half expect Penn to follow me, but he doesn’t. Instead, when I come back out, he’s still standing right where I left him. Still shaking and uneasy, I move to turn away from him, but he grabs my hand before I get too far, spinning me back around and into his chest.

And then his lips are on mine again.

It’s electric the way he makes my body come alive, the way his touch makes all of the worries in my head drift away. But I know I need to get back to reality—even though it was incredible escaping it for a little while. All of my feelings are boiling beneath the surface right now, and I need to get some space from him before they run over—before I break apart and convince myself I regret what just happened.

Because the truth is, I don’t.

I wanted it. I’ve wanted to be with Penn for so long.

But I honestly just don’t know how to process everything right now.

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