Page 135 of On a Fault Line

Biting back my feelings, I give Penny the freedom to set the pace. “Ride me, Princess. Take from me what your body desires.”

And she does.

And tonight I saw fireworks more than just in the sky.

I saw them reflected back in her eyes.

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“What you doin’?” Penny asks, before her eyes close from the brightness hitting them from the overhead lights in the parking garage.

“Putting a jacket on you and carrying you into our building.”

“I can walk.”

“Clearly, you can’t.”

“Someone will see.”

I cover her head with the hood. “Now they won’t.”

Even in her grogginess, Penny still manages to pout out that bottom lip of hers. I want to bite and kiss it, but I also want her inside my safe haven as fast as I can get her there.

It’s the safety net of having her in my space that helps me to be calm.

Pulling over on the side of the road to fuck each other’s brains out wasn’t what I would refer to as my norm.

In fact, I’ve never done something so impulsive before at night, along a low-traffic side road.

But that’s what Penny does to me. She makes me move past my comfort zone.

What was I supposed to do when she was whimpering about being horny? It’s not like I could really drive safely with a hard-on poking at the steering wheel either. Pair that with her tears, and I was a goner long before she slid her delectable pussy down on my cock and rode me to completion.

I should have known that leaving the party in our heightened states of arousal would only end one way. I still can’t believe she won. I blame it on me being so committed to making her lose control that I was distracted. Deep down, I didn’t want her to lose and risk the chance of that asshole noticing how she gets flushed when she’s fully immersed in pleasure.

Now I’m going to have to cope with how to get us into Limit-X as a couple without losing my ever-loving mind over other men—and women—looking at what I have deemed asmine.

I know why people go there. They go for a kinky release. Or to find easy, malleable prey.

There are rules set in place, and Yuri works very hard at maintaining a safe environment for exploration, but things can happen…and nefarious people can slip through even the strictest protocols.

So I need to be prepared mentally prior to going.

Because I’ll go fucking feral if someone thinks they can make a move on her.

There won’t be a security guard or dungeon monitor there who will pull me off anyone who even thinks about messing with Penelope Hoffman—especially when we are under contract.

She is mine to protect.

Mine to serve.

I look down at Penny as she shifts in my arms and rubs her hand all over my chest.

I smirk down at her, and she catches me watching her exploration.

“Hi.”

She manages to look innocent, and in the scheme of things, she really is that way.

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