Page 151 of Oblivion

My fingers halted where they worked at the buttons on my shirt. “Jesus fuck,” I hissed, eyes pinging from spot to delicious spot.

“Panties off, Lemon Drop—leave the bra and garters on.”

I all but tore the shirt from my torso, then gave my dick a needy tug.

“Sit on me,” I commanded, my voice low and husky, like I’d been partying all night.

Penny’s coy smile hardened my erection to astronomical proportions as she positioned herself above me. The head of my dick slid through her wetness, before dipping inside. My fingers dug into her hips as she worked herself down my shaft, then settled deep with a satisfied moan.

“That’s it, babe. Ride me slowly while I play.”

Wrenching down the lacy bra revealed pert tits and pebbled nipples that begged to be sucked. I took one in my mouth while squeezing her other breast, greedily licking and sucking.

“Yes,” Penny breathed out.

She gripped my hair and rhythmically rocked back and forth, reveling in pleasure while I escaped in my own.

“Suck harder,” came her breathless demand, then a long moan when I fulfilled her desire.

Her pace increased, tearing away my willingness to keep the pace slow, to savor our intimacy and the solace it brought. The greedy bastard in me couldn’t touch enough of her. I pushed her breasts high where I could divide my attention equally between both nipples. The moment she arched and her head tipped back, my grip dropped to her ass.

I urged her faster, harder, until our panting and sex sounds filled the suite.

“Babe, I can’t hold off much longer.”

“So do it, then.”

“But you—”

Penny cut me off. “It’s not about me. I want to hear what I do to you as you come.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, my balls tightening past the point of holding back the orgasm.

I shamelessly threw my head back and groaned through the release.

Lips latched onto my neck, sucking briefly before biting down hard. The spur of sharp pain had me slamming Penny down onto my dick until I was spent.

She gasped and released my neck, then a sultry grin wove across her mouth when I took hold of the demure bun at the base of her neck. Her gaze had no option but to surrender to mine.

Still sheathed around me, Penny studied me with her after-midnight eyes. The ones where her mascara had dropped and left smudges. The same blue depths I couldn’t say no to in Vegas, and was hopelessly in love with now.

They saw into the deepest part of my soul, and I bared all to her, knowing she’d seen the best, and recently, the worst of me.

As if I couldn’t fall any farther, she once again proved me wrong.

“I’m ready for you to take me home, Dante.”

CHAPTERFIFTY-EIGHT

Penny

The last three days had been rough. Aside from the night he’d been blind drunk, Dante had been wracked with nightmares. Ones where he called to Forrest and screamed with heartbreak as terror played out behind the veil of sleep.

Now, on our way back to San Diego with Jackson in the Cole Security jet, no one would ever know of the personal wars Dante fought in his sleep. No one would ever think that the man happily playing Texas Hold ‘Em with Jackson at the small table on the other side of the aisle, had begged and pleaded and cried helplessly two nights ago.

Love swelled in my chest watching him talk smack with Jackson, then exclaim and throw his hands up when the cards didn’t go his way. I couldn’t believe he was mine, not even when he caught me watching and sent a secret smirk that made my heart skip a beat.

I snuggled farther under the blanket and put my feet up on the rear-facing leather seat in front of me. Dante’s relaxed, happy state enabled my own peace to settle.

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