Page 217 of If Our Hearts Collide

I can’t tell if this is just who Penny is or if the buzz of the alcohol from the club is still in her system, making her mouth and brain filters disintegrate at the expense of my self-control. Regardless, I’m not sure how I’m able to drive the car with a hard-on.

“Any other stipulations?” I grind out. She sure is full of ideas tonight.

Penny stares out the window, as I get us closer and closer to the city’s limits.

I remind myself that the contract will have an end date. I’ve ended contracts early, and there’s usually a clause allowing that occurrence. However, I’ve never once extended the termination date—ever. Surely, with a time table set, I can work through Penny’s laundry list of to-do items. Minus thegoryholes. That’s a hard limit—for sure.

Ever since Penny left the therapy facility, she’s been adamant about accomplishing her goals. By the look in her eyes, she’s conjuring up a few more to add to the already lengthy list.

She turns to look at me. “Are you into kinky stuff, Collins?”

If I had enough spit in my mouth, I would choke on it. Instead, I cough into my elbow, desperately trying not to wreck the vehicle. “What’s with the third degree, Penny?”

“I’m just asking.”

“But why are you asking?” I counter. Surely, she has some motive as to why she is asking in the first place.

“Well…” She twists her hands in her lap.

“Just ask.” I can’t take any more of her writhing around in her seat before I pull this car over and steal another touch from her delectable body. She has no freaking clue just how badly mycock is straining against my jeans. How can she not notice how tightly strung she has me?

“Would you be willing to tie me up?”

Fuck.

Thoughts of her chained to my bed run unfiltered in my head. We could start with silk ties and work our way up to something with a bit more bite. Her breasts would look lovely—I am sure—squeezed between some intricate rope work. I want her to wear the indentations of my handiwork.

Her body would make the most beautiful canvas.

Would she let me drip hot wax onto her curves?

What about spreading her out and feasting on her with the bite from my teeth?

Damn. When I agreed to the contract, I never expected Penny to be this sexually open. For someone who claims not to have much experience, she sure has a dark side—and one I’m eager to explore.

The Hoffman princess is a dirty little thing, isn’t she?

This new discovery makes me want to own her—all of her.

There’s only so much sweet persuasion I can endure before the monster inside me unleashes.

But what price will I be willing to pay in order to have Penelope Hoffman in my bed, under my control?

And will the potential fallout be worth that risk?

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PENNY

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, Penelope.”

It sure feels like I did. I may be lacking experience around guys—especially the silent types like Collins—but I know when I’ve hit a wall. His entire demeanor has changed, including his breathing. Sheesh. I’m going to derail this train before it even exits the station.

“Obviously I did.”

“No, you didn’t.”

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