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Claimed by doggers too, by the looks of it.
She tries to jump out of the car, but I tighten my grip on her hand. “Blanket,” I demand, reaching into the backseat and bundling her up in it before she can protest. It’s early February, and she’s dressed like she’s going to a summer ball.
She guides me through the trees and through the charred remains of the fair after I drape my arm over her shoulders and press my lips to her temple. “I just realized, you neither confirmed nor denied you were planning on throwing me off the cliff. We’re certainly heading in that direction.”
“I have no plans to push you off it,” Penny drawls, smiling up at me sweetly. She shrugs out of my grip and teeters ahead in those ridiculous heels. “Who else will take me out for dinner?”
“I’m sure you’d have plenty of men lining up to take you for dinner.”
“Mm, I’m sure I would too, actually.”
The zap of violence that shoots down my spine is irrational, but it’s violence nonetheless. Without thinking twice, I twist my fist into the base of her hair and yank her backward, until her back is flush with my chest.
“You’d be stupid to mistake my obsession with you as me being a limp-dick little bitch, Queenie. I’ll play your games and jump through all your hoops until you blow the whistle on full-time. But what Iwon’tdo is tolerate you mentioning another man, hypothetical or otherwise.” When I glance up, I notice the white puffs of condensation leaving her lips have ceased. “Do I make myself clear?”
A shudder rolls down her back, and I feel it against the wall of my stomach. The proximity of her body mixed with the familiar smell of her shampoo spreads that shudder further south.
I give a small tug on her hair when she doesn’t reply. “Well?”
“I know you’re not,” she whispers.
“Not what?”
“A limp-dick little bitch.” She shifts her ass over my groin, and I grip her even tighter. “This blanket is so thick, yet I can still feel your erection poking me.”
I bite out a laugh, and gently push her forward. “When you resign yourself to the fact there’s no getting away from me, I’m going to give you one spank for every hoop you’ve made me jump through.”
As we reach the edge of the cliff, she glances up at me, her eyes dancing with a cocktail of mischief and something a little more uncertain. Hair dancing in the wind, she looks out to the horizon. “I think you’re going to want to give me more than that.”
Confused, I turn to follow her attention. It takes me precisely half a second to see it. Fuck, the whole coastline can see it.
The billboard that looms on the cliff above Hollow has always been there, but it usually displays a ‘Home of Smuggler’s Club Whiskey’ advertisement. But not tonight. No, tonight, it features a very large, back-lit picture of me. An enormous sharpie-style cock has been drawn on my head—one mid-jizz—and on the left, a slogan is printed in big, black capitals.
“Raphael Visconti is a massive dickhead,” I drawl, reading it out in my best bored tone. “Wow, how long did it take you to think of that tagline?”
“The advertising agency said I wasn’t allowed to use ‘cunt’.”
“I’m surprised they let you put it up at all.”
“Mm. Nico pulled a few strings. Oh—but he insists I tell you it wasn’t his idea.”
I glance down at her, amusement filling my chest. “Who’s idea was it then?”
“Tayce’s, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
In my suit pocket, my cell starts to buzz. Then it buzzes again and again, and I have no doubt it’s everyone within a ten mile radius asking me about the coast’s latest landmark.
Penny shifts beside me, pressing her quilted body into my side. “Are you mad?”
I laugh, wrapping my arm around her. “I’m impressed, baby. You even found a picture of me mid-blink. I thought my PR team erased all of them from Google.”
“They have. I had to take a screenshot from a video of you at some fancy gala. It’s blurry, if you get up close enough.”
I mutter a light-hearted curse in Italian, but Penny tenses. “Are you really not mad?”
The wind picks up speed, whistling between us. I tuck a wayward strand behind her ear and brush my knuckle over her cold cheek. “Do you want me to be mad?”
