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I’ve waited weeks to have her back in my arms and it feels like we have a ten-hour drive home.

Fortunately, it’s not.

CHAPTER FIVE

PENELOPE

I’M NO STRANGER TOwealth, but Ward’s mansion is stunning. The moment we pull up, the grand structure makes an impact and even in my aroused and distracted state, I can appreciate the architecture.

He opens the door, says something to the driver, and then takes our coats, hanging them somewhere.

I don’t know.

I’m busy trying not to drip on the expensive rugs. My thighs are soaked from his mouth and my orgasm. I feel like a hussy but don’t care.

“Come.” Ward takes my hand and leads me up a wide, sweeping staircase.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so aroused and desperate to have a man fuck me in my life. It’s the most incredible sensation which seems to have stopped most of my brain cells from functioning.

Ward leads us into a room, and I immediately know it’s not his. There are no personal items anywhere.

This is a guest room.

If it wasn’t for the enormous desire flowing through my veins, I would turn and leave, but even before I can consider it, Ward shuts the door behind us and presses me up against the dark wood.

“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard that no man will ever be good enough for you,” Ward growls, running his mouth along my neck.

Oh fuck.

“Bold claims.” I barely get out, my voice shaky and weak.

Reaching around, he unzips the vintage Chanel dress and it drops to the floor, leaving me naked except for my shoes.

“Leave those on,” Ward orders, tugging at his bowtie and shrugging off his jacket.

I pant as his shirt is tossed across the room, and then he unzips his pants.

How is he so toned and bulky at his age? Forty-nine isn’t ancient, but not many men years younger than him have his physique.

I’m not complaining in the least.

I step closer, running my hands up over his pecs and broad shoulders.

He pinches my chin. Dark, desire-filled eyes hold me in place.

“Get on the bed.”

Ward guides me backward, and my legs bump on the edge of it, forcing me to sit. Wearing only my red-soled Louboutin stilettos, he maneuvers me so that I climb up on my knees, facing him.

“Do you know how many times I’ve stroked my cock, thinking of your sexy body?” he asks, fisting his long and engorged member and pinching my nipple.

“Fuck.” I jolt, every touch sensitive.

“Time for your punishment, Penelope.” Those dark eyes of his glower down on me. “Take me in your mouth. All the way down your throat.”

He wraps a hand around my neck and forces me onto his sex like I’m some whore he’s using. My pussy clenches in reaction, dripping more.

Ward doesn’t wait for me to agree. I draw in a breath, then he’s deep down my throat, fucking my mouth.

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