Page 67 of The Games We Play
Penny’s eyes dropped, and her lips parted slightly as she looked at me. “God, you’re?—”
I didn’t let her finish. I lifted her onto the desk again, pushing her thighs apart as I lined myself up against her slick heat.
She fumbled for the purse sitting next to her on my desk and pulled out a condom. Bringing it to her mouth, she ripped it open with her teeth as her eyes stayed locked on mine.
My heart raced, skin prickling with intense desire. This woman made me weak in so many ways.
“No teasing this time,” she whispered, breath hitching.
I met her eyes, my voice low and ragged. “Not a fucking chance.”
She pulled the condom from the foil and rolled it down my length. The movements were deliberate as she brushed her fingers along the shaft.
My body surged like a live wire. I had to burry myself deep in her now or I would lose all fucking composure.
“I thought you said no teasing?” I quipped.
“No teasingme, I didn’t mean I couldn’t tease you,” she replied with a devilish grin.
“You brat,” I growled before I buried my shaft until I was completely lost inside of her.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her head tipping back as I filled her, stretching her open. I claimed every inch. She was so tight, so wet, the heat of her wrapped around me like a goddamn vice.
“Fuck, Penny,” I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers. “You feel—fuck—you feel incredible.”
She clung to me as her hips rolled, already matching my rhythm. I drove into her harder, gripping her hips, the deskcreaking beneath us. Every thrust had her gasping my name, every grind of her hips drew me closer to the edge.
Our mouths found each other hot, messy, hungry. She kissed like she fucked: desperate, no holding back. I bit her bottom lip, and she moaned into my mouth, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”
“Not. Stopping,” I growled, each word punctuated with another deep thrust.
She was so close. I could feel her building again, her body trembling against mine.
I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight circles while I kept thrusting deep and hard. Her whole body tensed, and then she came again.
Her walls clenched around me, and it took everything I had to hold back for just a few more strokes—until the tension snapped and I came with a low groan, spilling into her as her name tore from my lips.
We stayed like that for a moment, still tangled, bodies shaking, hearts racing.
Then she leaned in, forehead against mine, smiling.
“Think I can call the rest of the dayprofessional developmenttoo?” she asked, breathless.
I laughed, still inside her, not ready to let go.
“Pen,” I said, brushing a kiss to her lips, “at this rate, I’ll write you a whole damn curriculum.”
20
PENNY
PRESENT DAY
Aspen: The Tequila Cowboy tonight?
Penny: You think I’d say no?
