His lips move toward mine again, slow and deliberate.
“Does it involve spanking?” I tease, bolder than I’d ever been before.
He freezes, a rough sound caught deep in his throat. “Jesus, girl. You really do belong on the naughty list, don’t you?”
I press my hips forward, bumping against the growing hardness beneath his sweats. He captures my hands and puts them above my head. “Actually? I think I belong on you.”
That pulls a low, guttural growl from him, wrapping around me like fire, setting me on edge until the world narrows to just us. Suddenly, one of my hands is free, and he tugs on my pajama pants with slow, possessive fingers until they brush the lace of my panties.
“Well, since I’m already on the naughty list,” I breathe out. “I might as well take full advantage of it... meaning, take advantage of you.”
With a quick, fierce motion, he yanks my panties down from my hips. I gasp, and before I can catch my breath, his mouth covers mine, swallowing the sound, claiming me.
No man has ever ripped my panties off before. It’s raw, fierce, and insanely erotic—like a shot of adrenaline straight to my core. He pulls down his sweats just enough to free his hard, aching erection. The next thing I know, I’m weightless, lifted against the wall, my legs wrapped tight around him.
Holy God. What the hell is happening to me? I don’t know, but now is definitely not the time to be questioning it.
“Penn,” I whisper, mind spinning.
“Fuck, wait. Condom.”
“Right,” I say. But just as he’s about to set me down and shatter this electric moment, I stop him. “I’m clean and protected. Nexplanon.”
He’s breathing hard when he replies, “I’m clean too, Jay. Tested regularly. And it’s been a while.”
I cock a disbelieving brow. “I read the papers.”
He snorts out a disgruntled laugh. “Don’t believe everything you read.”
I don’t know why it makes me happy to know he’s not a man-whore. “Except for Thanksgiving trauma and decking Santa.”
“Truth.” His gaze sharpens, all humor gone from his voice when he asks, “You sure, Jay?”
“I’m sure.”
And with that, he pulls me closer, sinking into me in one seamless, breathtaking motion.
“Oh, God,” I groan as every muscle clenches around him. I wrap my arms tight, surrendering as he moves me against the wall, sliding me up and down his cock with effortless power.
It’s wild. Crazy. Nothing like anything I’ve ever known, and suddenly something I want every single day. Every hour.
He pounds into me and I bite down lightly on his shoulder, eliciting a raw grunt that sends a shiver racing through my core. There’s something primal in that sound, something so utterly masculine it makes me tremble. He moans, and I know, he feels it too.
With every hard thrust, my clit grinds against his pelvis, and I’m blown away by how fast he’s driving me toward the edge. Is it the heat of skin on skin? The urgent pulse between us? Or just that this is Penn—unforgettable, untamed Penn?
I hold him tighter, nails digging into his flesh as he pushes me higher and higher, filling me deep, hitting my cervix with every powerful stroke. When I let go, my juices slick down his pistoning cock, and the world falls away.
“Jesus, yes,” he murmurs. “Jay, you feel so damn good.”
He clutches me close, mouth trailing fire along my neck as he moves—seeking more than release, more than just the physical. Then his whole body tightens, shudders, and he lets go.
I gasp, breathless. “I feel you. I feel everything.”
He presses into me, slow and heavy, his warmth flooding through every inch of me. And in that moment, I know—this man just might ruin me for anyone else.
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