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“I can’t wait.” She reaches for my buttocks and struggles to control her rapid breathing. With one hand, I lift her hips and push my shaft into her silken folds. I thrust hard and fast. She’s my addiction, my desire. I want to please her and make her happy. I have to have her, and not just for the night.

She’s become my new obsession.

We kiss, our tongues entwine as our bodies become one. My back arches as I feel her muscles tighten around my cock.

She screams as she comes, and then she climaxes again. My cock is bathed in her warmth, and I fill her with my come as I groan loudly with pleasure. We cling to each other afterward, neither of us wanting to move.

I’m in uncharted territory. I’ve never been over the edge with a woman who gives as good as she gets. Usually, misunderstood looks and unspoken words lead to confusion and arguments. Penelope is different, and she’s going to keep me on my toes.

CHAPTER32

Penelope

Oliver holds me in his arms, and I never want him to leave. He fulfills me in ways I’ve never imagined. We drift off in a peaceful nap as the day passes. I wake up to the sound of Oliver on the phone. He’s still next to me, propped up on pillows.

“I thought you’d be hungry after all the exercise, so I called for dinner reservations at the steakhouse,” he explains when I roll over and catch him grinning. His cute grin always gives me butterflies.

“You’re right. I’m starving. I hope we don’t have to eat late.”

“Nope, I thought we could spend a couple hours at dinner, then head up to the Gala around nine o’clock.”

“Mm, you remembered something, after all.”

“Well, it is New Year’s Eve.” He pulls me to his chest and brushes the hair off my face. Lifting my chin, he looks me in the eyes and says, “I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

The honesty and vulnerability in his voice make my heart melt. I’ve never had these feelings with anyone before. It’s scary. I’m afraid to pass up this opportunity, and yet I’m also afraid this could turn out to be a mistake.

“I’m happy I’m here too. A girl could get used to this life of five-star hotels and Michelin-star restaurants.”

“I’m only looking for one woman,” he replies. I pull away, overwhelmed by his closeness. I’m not used to letting outsiders in. I’ve been walled off, ever since my first teenage crush and then my only college boyfriend broke my heart. This is the first time any man has pampered me like a princess. It’s not the money he spends, it’s how he intuitively knows what I’m thinking. He sees me. He might not remember his social calendar, but he certainly remembers everything about me. For one, he remembered I like steaks. This hotel features half a dozen restaurant options, but he knew, without asking, I prefer a steakhouse.

“I know you like a good steak, but if you want something different, we can eat Japanese or East Indian or Thai or Fren—”

“Steak is great, thank you for asking.” I roll out of bed. He gives me a look somewhere between confused and hurt. I feel awful, but I can’t lay with him, skin on skin, for hours. I’m not used to having it, and I need an excuse to get away.

“I think I’ll shower and put my hair up for dinner.”

“Okay, I’ll go after you.”

Did he sense I needed space? I collect my phone on the way to my luggage. I dig around in the bag until I find a dress suitable for dinner. Then, I close myself into the confines of the cavernous bathroom.

I hang my dress so it won’t wrinkle and call Lucinda.

“I’m freaking out.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes, no. Well, yes.”

“I have whiplash. You’re breathing, so I assume you are fine.”

“Yes. We’ve had so much sex, and it’s incredible, and now he’s saying the sweetest things and making sure I’m taken care of and happy.”

“Whoa.”

“Right? I’m freaking out.”

“I hear you. He’s intense. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have hung on to Melanie. It’s safe to assume she’s not on his radar anymore.”

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