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I became the one begging for mercy as he caressed my cock while filling me to the brim.

Penn slid his thumb over my weeping cock, his lips hot against my neck as he breathed against my ear. “Tell me what you want, Cupcake.”

I wish I could have laughedat his choice of endearment, but the way he spoke, his voice deep with desire and command, I would have answered to fucking Princess.

I’d held Penn beneath me plenty of times now, and I’d coaxed him, guided him to tell me explicitly what it was he desired, both because I needed to hear it, but also because I liked hearing himbeg.

Now the tables had turned, and I was desperate forhis touch.

“I want you to make me come, baby,” I breathed as I bit his lower lip. His cock throbbed inside of me, spurring me to grind my aching, wet cock against him once more.

“Please,” I added, just to be a smartass.

Penn quickened his thrusts, nailing my prostate over and over, and it didn’t take long for either of us, really. The minute my blinding orgasm came, I felt a sudden rush of warmth, followed by Penn practically collapsing on me, his breath labored as he squeezed my cock tighter while I came.

I didn’t know how long we lay there, connected. Penn curled against me,buried to the hilt as I softened against him. Our legs intertwined together, him wrapped in my arms.

I kissed his temple as he sighed contentedly. “I love you,” I said with a smile.

Penn buried his face in my hair as we both rolled over onto our sides, the motion causing him to slip out, as well as his release.

Penn looked up at me with bright eyes full of wonder and hope.

And when he told me he loved me, I knew I’d finally found the person who made me whole.

CHAPTER 32

Mitch

I openedPenn’s passenger door, my camera bag slung over my shoulder.

While he slept, I stayed up to work on photos, mostly because I couldn’t sleep after being so wound up over what had happened.

We’d fucked.

Well, technically, I was the one who’d given it up, and I was okay with that. If that was what my little Cream Puff wanted, I’d gladly let him fuck me six ways from Sunday.

Because, to be honest, Pennmade a pretty good top.

Who would have thought the shy, quiet, boy next door baker would be so fuckinghotin the bedroom?

It’s always the quiet ones.

Penn climbed out of the car, grinning like a kid on Christmas.

It was after ten, and I had to admit it was weird to see someone else open the shop.

“Hey, Penn!” Archie called out, waving at us both. “Mitchell...”

“I hope you had fun time last night,” Penn’s mother said, flashing a smile as she pulled her son in for a hug. I headed for the office, stopping in my tracks when she said, “I meant you too, Mitchell.”

I turned to see Penn blushing as his mom held him close.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of one another,” she said.

I looked from Penn to his mother, raising an eyebrow at Penn, who looked like he wanted to disappear completely.

That was the moment his dad came out of the office.

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