Page 46 of Driven Daddy

I’d never had someone strong enough to do something so wild.

He was insanely muscled under the shirt. I could feel each flex under my hands as he worked himself inside of me again and again.

The fullness left me more shattered than the orgasm before—I didn’t think that was possible.

But then his eyes locked with mine. A bead of sweat slid down his temple to his beard.

“Stay with me, Rita. Where did you go?”

“I’m here.” I tried to close my eyes, but he growled. I opened them again, and the intensity made me want to hide.

But there was no hiding.

This was raw and literally in my face.

I slipped my fingers up into his hair, grounding myself with the soft curls, the sweat, and the reality of this crazy moment. Melting around him, I let myself accept this was just where I needed to be right now.

We found what felt like an endless rhythm. Him and me, puzzle pieces in the darkness. Fitting together as if we’d been searching for each other forever.

I tipped my hips, and the friction pushed me out of the moment of hazy sweetness into sweat and slapping skin. Into the full drive for that end that so often escaped me when it came to sex.

This man who knew nothing about me found exactly what I needed.

He jostled me higher onto his hips, which drove him deeper as he used the steel door for purchase, working me until there was no air, no space, no atoms—just us. I trembled around him, lost to the pinnacle that yawned in front of me in his dark, disastrous gaze.

The disaster was mine—finding this with a stranger.

Then there was no thinking to override the physical, there was only Penn and his breath against my lips as we both crashed into the end. He pulsed inside of me, just as I fisted around him again and again. His moan as he finished poured into my mouth and I took him there too.

Greedily.

Finally, he sagged against the door, and I dropped an unsteady foot to the floor. If I wasn’t still attached to his shoulders, I would have surely rolled my ankle. And when he slipped from me, it was like a loss.

One I hadn’t been prepared for.

He eased my other foot to the floor and waited until I was steady.

Even if I felt anything but.

He pressed his face into my neck for a moment, drawing a deep breath from me. I did the same with his shoulder before I finally dropped my arms.

As he straightened, those midnight eyes shuttered this time.

Then the lock beeped beside us.

EIGHT

I wasn’tsure I heard the beep around the fuzz in my brain, but then the door started moving.

I slammed it closed.

“Hey!”

“Just a second,” I called out.

“Penn? Is that you?” Colette’s voice was muffled through the reinforced steel of the door.

“Give me a second.”

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