Page 24 of On a Fault Line

Shit.

I hope she can keep her mouth shut.

“I feel like such a hussy,” Penny whispers, more to herself than to me.

I open the door with one hand, type in the security code to shut off the sensors, and toe off my sandals.

“What’s in the box?”

I look at the bakery label on the top. “Umm, sweets?”

“I’m definitely hungry for my dessert,” she says with a laugh.

Penny flings her flip-flops across the room until they hit the wall.

I chuckle at my hot mess of a girl. “Nailed it.”

I place the huge box on the counter and go back to handling business.

Scooping Penny up into my arms, I hear her squeak.

“Are you going to allow me to walk at all?”

“No.”

I carry her into the kitchen to grab two bottled waters from the fridge, then to my bedroom and into the bathroom where I set her on the edge of the tub.

Without being told, she puts her arms up and allows me to gracefully remove her sundress from her body. Then I unhook her bra and give her breasts some attention while I admire her beauty.

During the last five days, we’ve managed not to be needed in the outside world.

And it’s been glorious.

I thought I would be bored, as normally I’m a fill-every-part-of-my-day type of man. But Penny elevates the ordinary to extraordinary.

“That feels so good,” she moans, allowing me to have full access to her body.

I love that she feels safe enough to give me this and doesn’t try to shield herself from what I obsessively desire from her.

My hands move to her back and shoulders, massaging and sending shivers up her body. This is for my pleasure as much as it’s for hers. I’m addicted to making her respond like she is right now.

She is not sassy or defiant. And while I love all of those wild sides to her, I also enjoy this calm and quiet version.

A relaxed Penny is a pliable Penny, and I plan to continue to stretch her boundaries.

Penny isn’t hiding herself from me. She’s just melting to my touch, as I knead and caress the creamy and sensitive skin.

Beautiful.

I soak in her submission and her peace, as I peel off her panties that are damp from all the terrace foreplay.

The smell of her is intoxicating. And every soft mewl whispering in exhalation out of her mouth is like a signal straight to the beast living inside me—the one that wants to hunt, to mark, and to claim all parts of Penelope Hoffman.

That’s what this temptress does to me.

In just a short amount of time, Penny has completely infiltrated my once very lonely apartment and has caused me to want to make plans.

I’m not a romantic man and yet I want this girl to experience all the things that a new relationship brings.

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