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“Tommy,” she cries, her nails digging into my back, her heels on my ass, urging me on, deeper, harder, faster.
I give her what she wants, pushing her closer and closer until we are both falling over the edge, our groans loud in the silence of my room as I collapse on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out, making me laugh.
“Seems like that’s like your favorite saying, Pen,” I tease.
She pinches my side. “Your fault. I literally cannot form a cohesive thought right now.”
I lift my head, our eyes meeting. “Clearly I rocked your coochie’s world,” I say with a wink.
Penny shoves me off her with a grunt and I fall to the bed beside her, laughing, even as she slaps at my chest with her hands. “Honestly!” she cries. “One stupid comment and you’re never gonna let it go, are you?”
I grab her wrist, pulling her so she lies on top of me. “Fuck no, would you?”
Pen gives me a smirk. “Probably not,” she admits with a shrug. “But I am gonna enjoy another spin in your awesome shower.”
She hops off the bed, heading toward the ensuite bathroom I have attached to the master bedroom. I hear the gasp she lets out before the sound of running water starts up. “Fucking hell, Tom, this is even better than the one in the other bathroom,” she shouts.
Grinning, I push up off the bed and wander into the bathroom, following her into the shower. Penny turns to face me, her eyes widening as I push her back against the tiled wall.
“What are you doing?”
Lifting her arms, I pin her hands with one of mine on the wall above her head. Leaning closer, I suck on her bottom lip, gently biting it as I whisper, “Joining you,” before I kiss her. I feel her arms pull against my grip, but I shake my head, pulling back a little as I kiss her neck and ear, whispering, “And your sweet little coochie,” before I sink to my knees in front of her.
I wake to the sun streaming in through the still open blinds, doing nothing for the headache I have courtesy of the wine we drank last night. After the shower, there had been another bottle, followed by another couple of rounds of sex in bed, the two of us eventually crashing in an exhausted sleep, our bodies wrapped around each other.
It had been nothing short of fucking fantastic, whatever it was that was happening between us. I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off her and I’d stopped trying when it was clear she felt the same.
But as I roll my head on the pillow to see Penny still sleeping beside me, her eyes closed, her hands under the pillow, everything feels strangely different in the sober light of day.
Suddenly I am reminded of just how much younger than me Penny is, of what a mistake it was to sleep with a work colleague, a person I’m going to see every day and who may very well regret what happened between us last night.
“Fuck,” I murmur, shoving a hand through my hair as I quietly roll out of bed. I grab my sweats from the floor, pulling them on as I walk out of the room and down to the kitchen. I get some coffee going as I reach for my phone to check the time, realizing at the same time that I didn’t once think about Wine Queen last night.
As I sip on my cup, I open up the app, expecting to see a message from her, asking about my day, maybe wondering where I am. But there’s nothing there and even though I enjoy our nightly chats, I can’t help but feel a little relieved.
Even if I also feel a little guilty.
“Morning.”
My eyes snap up to see Penny walking into the kitchen, once again dressed in my t-shirt and boxers. Her hair hangs down around her shoulders, hiding her face and I watch as she looks anywhere but at me.
“Morning,” I say. “Coffee?”
Penny nods as she moves to one of the stools at the kitchen island and takes a seat. I pour her a cup, sliding it across the counter.
“I don’t know how you take it.”
“Black is good,” she murmurs, picking up the cup.
She still hasn’t looked at me and the longer I stand here waiting for her to, the more I’m convinced she thinks last night was a mistake. A stupid drunken mistake that she now not only regrets but definitely doesn’t want to talk about or acknowledge.
As the thought sinks in, a dull ache starts to form in the center of my chest as I wonder where the hell we’re supposed to go from here?
It’s not like I actually thought we could or were starting a relationship. I mean she’s ten years younger than me for fuck’s sake, there’s not a chance in hell she wants to be tied down to a guy who’s already settled, who’s found his place in the world and isn’t interested in moving.
Why would she want that with me?
