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“Yes.” She opened her picture folders and selected family. The page filled with small icons, and she opened one of last Christmas. She was sitting at a large farmhouse-type table with Lucy, her niece perched on her knee. Allie was opposite her and Tom on her right. Jack had taken the photograph. The debris left over from their Christmas luncheon lay scattered across the table surface. Three half-drunk glasses of wine stood at the adults’ place settings and behind them stood a Christmas tree.
“Wow,” David said softly, awe obvious in his voice.
Penny began to weep, the familiar sight of her family as she knew them overwhelming, too much to bear.
“Hey, hey there now, everything will be okay... Come here.” He took her in his arms, crooning reassurance. After she ran out of tears, he dried her cheeks with kitchen paper. He stilled and gazed into her eyes.
“Penny...”
His face closed in; his lips gently grazed hers. She found herself kissing him back. The sensuous feel of his skilled mouth combined with the male taste of him, heated her blood. Her arms entwined about his neck. His tongue slipped between the seam of her lips and caressed hers and moved to meet his invading tongue. She moaned. It felt so good to be desired and safe in the muscled cage of his arms. Lust flared as he moved his hands to cup her head, his fingers threaded across her scalp massaging her hair.
“I missed you, baby,” he murmured against her mouth.
It was as though a cup of ice water had doused her. She was not his baby. Pushing at his chest she stepped back. “Stop, this is all wrong!”
Chapter Five
David left the roomand took the stairs two at a time. He kept on going until he reached the top of the house to the attic, where he’d renovated a room and installed a good range of gym equipment. Stripping off his clothes, he donned gym gear that he kept there and went to the treadmill.
A run usually cleared his head but after half an hour of pounding and staring out of the long floor-to-ceiling window at the view over Dulwich Park, he was no less conflicted. Penny was his wife. Regardless of whether or not she had amnesia or had somehow slipped from another dimension, he still wanted her, needed her. He loved her. After the run David moved over to the pull-down weights. Finishing a series of pulls, he headed down to the bedroom and stripped.
Resting his forearms on the tiled wall, he relaxed as best he could under the powerful jets. With closed eyes he allowed the heated water to drum against his muscles. Images of Penny knelt at his feet, her wet mouth wrapped around his shaft. Grabbing his thickening cock, he tugged, allowing the memory to play out. His hands threading through her honey-streaked hair as he twisted it into a ponytail in order to control her head as he firmly fucked her mouth. He pictured her naked breasts, rosy tipped, quivering gently as he thrust into the heat of her throat. The succulent murmurs of submission she uttered as he slid back and forth over her tongue. Lust consumed him; he gripped hard until a delicious pulsing signalled his rising sap. He climaxed. Ropes of milky seed hit the wall as he shuddered with pleasure.
Washing away his body fluid, he pondered. He felt alone, unsure of himself around his girl. If she was Penny, but from another dimension, then surely she would want the age-play lifestyle that he and Penny had so enjoyed. He remembered that in that other dimension her sister Allie was married with children, so perhaps that wasn’t how things worked? Maybe this woman wouldn’t want anything to do with him or age-play?
He tilted back his head and shut his eyes, letting the water pelt his face.Fuck, what if I never get back the woman I love?
He was determined to show this Penny how much she could enjoy what her other self had loved, being Daddy’s little girl. He turned off the shower and reached for the towel. He had some planning to do.
* * *
David found the subjectof his concerns in the kitchen, busily chopping vegetables. He glanced over in the direction a sizzling sound came from and saw chicken pieces cooking in a pan on the stove.
“You’re cooking,” he said, stating the obvious. He usually prepared the evening meal because he enjoyed cooking and feeding his girl.
“Yes, I don’t know what you generally eat for dinner but I’m making a stir fry. Are there any particular flavours you’d like me to add?” she asked, not turning from her task.
