Page 53 of On a Fault Line

Dammit. “Penelope…”

“Panties that you bought me. These panties were touched by your hands. And now my slutty pussy is reaping the benefits of using them to protect your seats from my cum.” She shrugs. “It’s all about the simple things in life.”

“Is it now?” I half groan.

She continues to stroke, and a high-pitched squeal escapes her lips.

Dammit to hell.

“I’m going to have so much fun fucking you raw when we get back.”

My fingers grip the steering wheel, about to rip it off the column. Is she trying to get me to pull her onto my lap so she can grind and dry hump herself to release?

Because I’m on the verge of finding us a shadowed alleyway for her to do just that.

“Let’s take a detour. Can you see if the strip club Luke dances at is open?”

My eyes dart to the clock and then back to her in disbelief. “At one o’clock in the afternoon?”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

“Pretty sure that expression doesn’t apply here.”

“It’s one size fits all. Now take me there.”

“You are not going to a strip club.”

Penny runs a hand up her leg. “Why not? I love supporting small businesses.”

“It’s not happening.”

Shit. I swear she murmursyetunder her breath. This girl really has no idea what lengths I’ll go through to keep her from looking at other men’s dicks—especially her fucking roommate’s. I’m still irritated as hell over the fact she scored herself a male cohabitant. It really sucks to be this unlucky.

“Oh no,” she yells.

“What? What’s wrong?”

My fingers grip the steering wheel, as I glance over at Penny. Well, now her entire outfit appears to be soaked from that water bottle she should have been consuming.

“Oops.”

“It’s okay. It’ll dry.”

Her clothes are drenched, and the pout of her lips will literally get her anything in life—at least as far as I’m concerned. It’s my weakness. The way her soft bottom lip curls outward, nearly begging me to pull the car over and show her just how badly I want her and have wanted her for the entire day.

“I messed up.”

“It’s okay,” I soothe. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just water. You will dry.”

“But I promised I wouldn’t come on your seat.”

“You did not c?—”

“I basically did one worse. Uh, I’m sowwy.”

How she can make sweet look sexy has me mystified.

Then she starts trying to lift up her shirt.

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