Page 91 of Oblivion

I scoffed while tugging up the bottom of my tank to wipe my brow. “Yeah, we’re done.”

Catching Penny eyeballing my stomach, I whipped off my tank and tucked it into the waistband of my shorts.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “What are you doing?”

“I caught you lookin’, so now you can do it without being shady.”

A pink tint worked its way over her cheeks. When I laughed, she turned on her heel and strode for the elevator.

“Oh, come on. I’m just playing with ya,” I called, jogging to catch up.

“I’m officially ignoring you.”

Chortling, I swiped my keycard and tried to hold in my mirth as we rode the elevator to my loft.

As soon as the doors parted, I stepped out and kicked off my sneakers. “You want the first shower?”

“No, you go. You’re way more sweaty than I am.”

I glanced over my shoulder and raised a brow. She wasn’t sweatyat all.

Receiving a sassy look did nothing to remove my amusement.

“I won’t be long. Feel free to help yourself to food if you’re still hungry after drinking all my shake.”

Penny’s giggle followed me through the loft. “I feel like I should be sorry, but I’m not!”

Cursing under my breath while shutting the bathroom door, I flicked the shower on, then kicked out of my clothes.

I stood in front of the mirror and twisted this way and that. The marks on my body, the scars collected throughout the years of military service, caught my eye. I’d had them for so long I hardly ever noticed them now, but they stood out today.

Something had shifted deep within me the day my path crossed with Penny’s again. She hadn’t once asked about the tortured skin on the underside of my left forearm, where skin grafts were needed to repair the missing flesh.

Deciding to flick on the coffee machine so it was primed and ready to go by the time I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around my waist, left the shower running, and hurried into the kitchen.

Penny wasn’t downstairs and her door was closed, and as I reached for the power switch, a low moan from upstairs caught my attention.

I must have been hearing things.Must have.

Within the space of an inhale and exhale, the sound came again, bringing with it a wave of red-hot lust clawing through my lower abdomen.

I should have backed away. Should have pretended I didn’t hear a damn thing. But, stupidly, I found myself taking the stairs with extreme caution, and holding my breath as I approached Penny’s closed door.

Breathy gasps escaped the confines of her room, ones that immediately had my dick fully erect and aching to be touched. I knew it was wrong to be eavesdropping, yet the longer I listened, the more my legs locked in place. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

Hearing Penny pleasuring herself made my entire body burn. I pressed a hand to the wall and cursed so far under my breath it was inaudible. My free hand found my cock and rubbed the shaft through the towel. Another breathy gasp came from out of sight, and I swore parts of me began to die from blood loss.

I tipped my head back and fisted myself, imagining Penny working her clit just like she did in Vegas.

A low groan caught in my chest, mercifully well-timed and hidden by Penny’s own moan. I heard how wet she was—heard her fingers moving through her slick heat while she satisfied her hidden desires.

I squeezed my eyes closed and gritted my teeth. I couldn’t carry on here. I was on the verge of losing control, and that meant either busting into Penny’s room and fucking her into the floor, or blowing my load—and cover—by sticking around to hear her finish.

Rushing back downstairs with my heart pounding so hard it made it near impossible to breathe,andcontinuing to work a hand up and down my dick, I shut the bathroom door as quietly as possible and steadied myself against the bathroom vanity. I was close, so fucking close.

Tipping my head to the ceiling and fucking my hand harder, I barely made it into the shower before my balls tightened. Visions of Penny’s fingers thrusting into her pussy, then circling around her clit, pulled a moan much louder than intended from my mouth.

I came hard, spurting jets of cum onto the shower wall as my hand braced above my head.

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