Page 80 of Someone You Deserve

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine. Why?”

I tilt my head at him. “Because you can’t stop yawning.”

He covers up his mouth as another yawn escapes. “It’s just been a long week.”

I want to press him further, but Lilly starts reading off the cards in front of her and chooses Bentley’s card, crowning him as the winner. “Aw, man!”

Bentley stands up from his chair and does a celebratory dance. “Heck yeah! It’s all about knowing your audience,” he explains to the three of us.

“I don’t like this game,” Lilly whines.

“You don’t like any game when you lose,” Bentley replies.

“Hey, hey. That’s enough. Go get ready for bed, please.” The kids head toward their rooms, leaving Penn and me alone. I stand from my chair and circle the table, standing over him, studying his face. “You sure you’re okay?”

His lazy smile spreads and then his eyes bounce all over my body as he lifts his arm and wraps it around my waist. “I’m good, Astrid. Better now that we’re alone.”

“In about ten minutes we’ll be even more alone.” I push his hair from his forehead.

“Can’t wait.”

Lilly comes down the hallway and back into the dining room, so I jump away from Penn before she notices. “Uncle Penn? Can you tuck me in tonight?”

Penn stands from his chair, groaning as he stretches his body. “Of course, Lilly Bear.”

When both kids are tucked in their beds, Penn meets me in my room, shutting the door softly behind him. He takes a few steps over to where I’m standing, cups my face in his hands, and presses his lips to mine reverently, so slowly and softly that my entire body melts.

“Fuck. I missed these lips.” He cups me between my legs. “And this pussy. I need to fucking taste you.”

A whimper escapes my lips. “Why are you so tired?” I mumble against his mouth.

“Work,” he answers between nips of my lips, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down along with my underwear. I step out of themand reach for the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up as he reaches behind his head and rips it from his body.

“Does this have anything to do with the house you bought?”

His head pops up now, our mouths fully detached. “Uh. Yeah.”

“We need to talk about that,” I tell him, not sure if bringing this up now is the best option, but the longer I watched him tonight, the more worried I became that he has way too much on his plate.

“I bought a house,” he says bluntly.

Rolling my eyes, I say, “I know that. And your business plan is incredible, Penn. But are you sure you’re not taking on too much? I’ve never seen you this exhausted.” Sure, I’ve seen him tired before, but this level of fatigue can’t be healthy.

Sighing, he releases my face and moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge and then tossing his entire body back, covering his face with his arm. “I’m handling it.”

I take a seat next to him, dragging my nails across his stomach, tracing each of his abs. “Are you sure you can’t cut back some?”

“Yes, Astrid. There are people counting on me, and I can’t let them down. It won’t be like this forever.” He lifts his arm from his eyes and pulls me down to him before he twists me on my back. “But I don’t want to talk about work. I need to fucking taste you. I’ve been thinking about it all week.” His mouth meets mine and I let our conversation go because each time we touch, my brain shuts off—which is surprising because I never feel like it does.

Penn drags his mouth down my body, pushing up my shirt to play with my breasts through my bra before kissing my pussy and pushing my legs open wide. When his tongue drags through me, I moan and then cover my mouth with my hand. If I have to explain my bedroom noises to my daughter again, I just might die.

“So fucking wet,” Penn mumbles against my core, spearing me with his tongue, lapping up every ounce of my arousal.

I bury my hands in his hair and gasp when his tongue touches my clit. “Oh fuck.”

He doesn’t let up, circling my clit with measured strokes, pushing two fingers inside of me, filling and stretching me so perfectly. And when he curls those fingers and strokes me deep inside, my orgasm slams into me so fast I can barely take in a breath.

“Oh God, oh God!” I whisper-shout, my chest heaving, my legs trembling from the pleasure rolling through my body. When I release his hair from my fingers, Penn crawls up my body, kissing my skin as he makes his way to my mouth. And then I taste myself on his tongue.

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