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“But are you my boyfriend?”

“Yes, my sweet Penny, I’m your fucking boyfriend” Leaning down, his mouth brushed across my lips that were desperate to feel his on mine. “It doesn’t matter that we can’t shout it from the rooftops. You’re mine in every way that matters.” He finished off with a nip to my bottom lip and then sucked.

“Are you mine?” I panted, desperate to be alone with Walker. I wanted for us to be back in our hotel room where he could show me how he felt.

“I’ve been yours since the day we met. You have nothing to worry about, Pen. You own me.” There was a slight pause as if he wanted to say more, but instead, Walker looked heatedly down at my lips like he wanted to consume me.

Giving him what he wanted, I crashed my mouth to his, and threaded my fingers through his hair, and pulled him closer. Walker licked along the seam of my lips, and I happily opened for him. I needed him the same way he needed me. With each caress of our tongues, the night faded away until all thoughts of work and the women inside were forgotten. I drank in everything he gave me, and when we broke apart at the sound of a loud noise, we were both panting with need.

“We need to get the guys and get out of here because I plan to do wicked things to that body of yours.” Each word was deep and gravelly, with a more pronounced rasp than usual, sending tingles down my spine.

“You read my mind.”

CHAPTERNINETEEN

walker

PullingPenelope tighter into my body, I glared at the group of hipsters who just looked her up and down like she was their own personal snack.

Maybe going to the Red Light district wasn’t the best idea. While it was fascinating, I couldn’t drag Pen into any of the shops or pin her up against one of the windows and take her from behind for anyone and everyone to see.

Lexie, Pen and Stella’s friend, looked at everything with bright eyes and enthusiasm while Stella looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Let’s go in here,” Lexie pulled Stella into what looked like a strip club with me and Pen hot on their heels. After paying the cover, we walked into a room lit by a blacklight, with at least fifty people scattered around tables near the stage of women dancing with glow-in-the-dark-painted bodies.

“I wish I had my camera,” Lexie sighed. “Not that they’d let me take their pictures, but this is beautiful.”

“Will Ryder not care you’re here?” Pen asked as we sat down at a circular booth that faced the stage. She curled her hand around the inside of my thigh as she faced her friends. I liked that we could be a couple in front of someone, and it had me longing for whenever we’d have the opportunity in our future to be out to the world.

“Ryder?” Lexie smiled and shook her head. “No, he won’t care. Now, it would be different if we went into one of those rooms back there. He might be jealous he wasn’t here to experience it with me, but I’ll remedy that by bringing him here and having a little fun for ourselves when we do.”

Leaning over, I brush my lips to the shell of Pen’s ear. “I wish I could take you into one of those rooms.”

The grip on my thigh tightened as her lust-filled eyes met mine. “What would you do to me?”

“First, we have to imagine you’re in a short little skirt and that I’d let anyone watch me touch you. Your pleasure is for me and me alone. After walking into that cubicle for all to see, I’d push you up against the window and flip your skirt up. Slowly I’d slip your underwear down those toned stems of yours. I’d keep them at your ankles and make you spread your legs as wide as they’d go. My tongue would follow my hands trailing up the inside of your thighs. Once I reached your core, I’d run my tongue front to back, spearing deep inside your wetness because I know you’d be wet for me just like you are now. Are you wet for me, my sweet Pen?”

Resting her head on my shoulder, Pen panted out her breathy one-word reply into my neck. “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought. Standing up, I’d slap that perfect ass of yours until it was nice and pink for letting anyone see how you look when you’re turned on. Pulling out my dick, I would slam into you so hard you’d have to catch your breath. Gripping your hip with one hand, I’d hold you by the throat with the other and pound into you relentlessly only to slow down when you’re close to coming. I’d repeat that over and over again until you begged for me to let you come. Pressing my front to your back, I would bury myself deep inside of you and then slap your pussy, making you come all over my dick which in turn sets me off. Slowly, I’d thrust in and out as you milk my cock, and only once I’m drained do I turn you around and take your mouth with my tongue. I would fuck your mouth like I fucked that sweet as sin pussy until we’re both breathless.”

“Oh, my fucking God, where did you say you found him again? That was some straight-up porn right there,” Lexie giggled.

It was hard to break away from Pen panting against my neck like I’d just done everything I’d described to her to look across the table.

“I think I need a cold shower after hearing that.” Stella’s eyes widened as she leaned toward us. “Can I use that in one of my books?”

“Feel free. Consider it payment for posting about Crimson Heat on your Instagram profiles.”

Earlier, when we were eating, both Lexie and Stella said they’d post about the band on their social media accounts. Lexie was going to have her husband, who had over a million followers, post about us as well. She said he had the right demographic, which was young women thirsting after hot guys, and they’d eat us up.

“Are you guys up for getting a drink before we head back to the hotel?” Lexie smirked at us.

“Yeah,” Pen sat up and cleared her throat. “I want to spend as much time with you guys as I can since it will be a few months before I see you again.”

Even though I knew Pen missed her best friend, I only wanted to drag her away from the table and to our hotel room where we could recreate what I’d just described to her. But I knew I’d be seeing my girl every day for the next three months while Pen only had tonight with Stella and Lexie.

Slouching down in the booth, I adjusted myself under the table. I didn’t want the girls to see my hard-on through my pants. I couldn’t stop picturing all the dirty things I could do in one of the rooms along the district with Pen if I had the chance.

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