My mind goes to her heavy breasts, and how sexy they are. I pull Penny’s shirt up, but she swears at me and yanks it back down.
For years, she’s hid her body under baggy clothes, so I can only guess that she’s self-conscious, which is fucking tragic because she’s so damn perfect.
But I’ll have to show her that later.
Right now, all I can think about is how good her tight little pussy feels wrapped around my cock.
Penny reaches between her legs to touch her clit, which drives me mad.
I push into her harder, chasing the thrill of coming in my grumpy assistant, but before I can, her pussy clenches, milking my cock so damn hard, I explode.
We cry out together, in a chorus of lust and desire, and when we’re done, we drop boneless to the bed, panting.
“Goddamn, Penny. I used to think I hated you being mad at me, but if that’s how you act when you’re pissed, maybe I need to get under your skin more often.”
She rolls over me, off the bed, and starts getting dressed.
“Where are you going?”
“You promised me food.”
“Seriously?”
She disappears into the bathroom, and an image of my cum leaking down her thighs manifests.
I can’t think of a single thing I enjoy more than fucking Penny Green. No other woman has ever come close.
But if she leaves, I’ll never get to again.
A short time later, she emerges from the bathroom and hurries me along. I get dressed and take her down the street to a diner much like the one we left earlier today.
She eats like she’s starving, which pleases me because it’s so different from the typical dates that I go on. Not that this is a date.
I hardly touch my food because I’m waiting for the perfect time to tell her my thoughts on her leaving.
Which are: hell no.
But the moment never comes.
We walk back to the hotel in hostile silence, but maybe it’s for the best. She doesn’t want me the same way I want her, and having me around might deter her from moving on.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t give her a hell of a severance package.
“Look, Penny, I know you’re going to do what you’re going to do, but just know you always have a home at Crimson?—”
As I’m speaking, Penny stops, her upper body lurching forward as she vomits for the second time today.
“Holy hell, Penny. Did you catch a stomach virus or something?”
Her head snaps up, and she glares at me, her face so full of contempt and loathing that I’m scared she might kill me.
And then it hits me.
Penny isn’t sick.
She’s pregnant.
PENNY
