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“Two.”

She takes a step back but I match her move.

“One.”

“Uh-oh…”

49

PENNY

Collins’s hands are on my ass cheeks, just as he promised. My dress rides up to accommodate the movement, and my legs wrap habitually around his waist—betraying my trust in my own self-control.

His kiss claims the breath from my lungs, commanding it and matching it to his own rhythm. Pulling away, I pant for air.

I hate that we fit together like this, like we were made for each other, because it confuses the fuck out of me.

Chills run up my spine, as pleasure surges just from his mere touch.

I miss him. I miss his taste. I miss how he feels. I miss everything about this man.

Falling asleep without him has been torture. And waking up alone is yet another reminder of everything I’ve lost.

But I can’t be that masochist who allows her heart to be stomped on again.

I can’t.

Besides, I’m the one who seduced him in the beginning. Everything about us was a fabrication of my own desperation and delusion.

“I think my princess likes when I take charge,” he growls.

My neck arches back as he grinds his cock against my core, and it takes everything in me not to rub myself all over him until I’m too far gone to think straight.

“Don’t tease me with your attention, just to pull away in the end.” There’s a warning edge to my voice.

“There’s no end, Penny. There will never be an end.”

My eyes search his for lies—some inclination that he is feeding me what I want to hear—but the only thing reflected back is truth.

And it fucking terrifies me.

As I try to slide down his body, Collins pulls mine closer to his. Resting my back against the wall, he presses his weight onto me and into the tiles, causing me to scream out his name.

I do love when he takes charge, but I’ll be damned if I admit it to him now.

“Tell me you don’t want this, Princess.”

And when I’m silent, he maneuvers me so that he can undo the button and zipper of his pants.

Lowering his hips, Collins thrusts up and dry humps me.

That’s the thing with us. The foreplay is just as good as the real thing.

But I’m not supposed to be enjoying myself. I’m furious with him for even putting me in this predicament.

“Fuck,” I bite out, between closed teeth.

“Yes, Princess. Tell me to move your soaked panties to the side. Tell me to slide my hard cock along your length and into the depths of your sweet pussy.Tell me.”

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