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“Yeah?” My voice is gruff. Reminders that I haven’t had a good fuck in months and that even then it was little more than a means to an end bombard my mind. Her body is pliant and oh so bare. Every inch of her brands my skin.

I can sink into her. I can be the reason she makes those little groans and moans.

She shifts and freezes. I groan. My rock-hard dick is smashed against her hip. A little moisture is leaking out the tip because I’m so damn hard and her little wiggle rubbed me in all the right ways.

“Don’t fucking move,” I growl, and she jerks in a way that doesn’t help. At all. “Christ, swan. You have to sit still.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, even though her mom won’t hear her scream over the blare of the blender. “But it’s really awkward.”

“Awkward’s not the word I’d use.” Exquisite. Her skin’s so soft. She’s warm. I’m horny in a way I haven’t been for years, if ever.

She peeks at me from the corner of her eye. Her damp hair is hanging over her face, giving her a sexpot appeal she doesn’t normally display, and she’s not even fucking trying. “Wh-what would you call it?”

“Excruciating.”

“Why?”

“Fuck, Penelope. Are you messing with me?”

She twists away and I squeeze my eyes shut. The last thing I need to see is the slope of her boobs and the way her nipples are hard and rosy.

A soft fingertip grazes the crown of my cock.

“Goddammit!” My eyes fly open. “I’m trying to be good here.”

She inspects me like I’m her assigned science project. “Why do you have to try?”

“One of us needs to be responsible.” I’ve crossed too many lines with her.

She bites her lip in a way that tempts me to nibble it for her. “So…you’re actually turned on by me?”

I stare at her, wondering how the hell we ended up here. “You’re naked on my lap. I didn’t have an erection when I walked in here.”

“Really?” She sounds touched.

“You need to set the bar higher, Penelope.”

“The bar is pretty low,” she admits.

I force a calm breath past my lips. She’s still on my lap, and God help me, I don’t want to move her. “No, it’s not. You raised it when you walked out on your husband.”

She runs a finger down my length. My abs tighten and I lean back to give her room. This is asinine. We shouldn’t be doing this. “He’s my ex. I don’t need a signature to make it final.”

“Are you justifying why you’re stroking my dick right now?” Don’t stop.

“I like that I do this to you.” She brushes her hand up my length, and my head tips back, my control slipping. “I haven’t been with anyone but him.”

No wonder she seems so fucking innocent. She’s inexperienced. The opposite of me. But she’s bold and her touch is heaven.

I’m about to tell her that she needs to stop. That she needs to get up and go into her room and let me take an ice-cold shower and stroke one out.

But when she asks, “Can I do this for you?” I’m toast.

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Penelope

I can’t believeI’m doing this. He’s completely naked. I just stepped out of the shower. I don’t usually take as long as I did, but after two hours with Cannon’s strong arms lifting and moving me in all different directions, I needed a moment.

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