Page 80 of Oblivion

“You just had your hair cut the day before yesterday.”

She eye-rolled. “Idid. However, that was to salvage the disaster I was left with. Today is for extensions.”

I studied her hair with open curiosity. “Extensions? To make it long again?”

“Yep.”

That shouldn’t make me happy, but I’d be a monkey’s uncle if I tried to deny that it did. I shoved the reaction down and took a sip of coffee.

“And what if I already had plans for today?”

The look I received was nothing but condescending. “I’m going, with or without you. I’ll go down the fire escape if I have to.”

I scoffed. “Noticed that, did you?”

The emergency stairs were attached to the building’s exterior, and my landing was directly outside the laundry window.

“Yep,” Penny sassed. She took a sip of coffee and grimaced. “Jesus. This needs at least three sugars.”

“Three! Like fuck it does.Oneshould be more than enough.”

Ignoring me, she rounded the kitchen island to grab the sugar bowl from the pantry. “Trust me, one ain’t gonna cut it. Have you had breakfast?”

“Not yet. I waited to see if you wanted any?”

Soft regret wove through Penny’s expression. “I don’t actually eat breakfast. I should have told you yesterday to save you waiting.”

I waved her off. “Totally fine. I normally hit the gym before I eat anyway, so I’m not starving yet.”

My focus dropped to her bare legs before I could stop the innuendo. Penny stilled, the sugar bowl in her hand forgotten, and rubbed her thighs together.

Fuck, I wished I hadn’t been watching, because now my dick was hardening within my joggers. There was no hiding semi-hard cocks in joggers, no matter how desperate to do so.

Her breath grew shorter, imitating my own quest for oxygen. Christ, the air was as thin as it was high in the Middle Eastern mountains.

Subtle details stood out as we both paused, as if caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. The little lift of her shoulder made her exposed collarbone flex under the smooth skin. Her toes, painted with purple polish, curled against the wood flooring. Desire widened her blue eyes while she watched me visually lick her from head to toe.

“Shit,” I hissed under my breath.

Penny took a step closer, then another, and another, until she entered my space. She held my eye contact while setting the sugar on the counter, then dropped her gaze to my mouth. I had no idea if her tongue whipping across her lower lip was intentional or not, but fuck me, it had my dick hardening further.

“You gonna have it before we go?” she whispered.

My fists balled at my sides in an extreme effort to stop myself from reaching for her, and my voice came gritty.

“Have what?”

Her face became a picture of innocence. “Breakfast, of course. What did you think I was talking about?” She then had the gall to giggle.

I moved in a flash, caging her between my arms and the counter, and bending strategically so my erection didn’t make contact with her sweet spot.

“Don’t toy with me, Penny. Not in my own home. Not when I can’t fucking have you.”

Heat burned in her eyes. “You want me?”

With a growl, I ground my dick between her legs to show—rather than tell—her the answer.

Mis-fucking-take.

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