“Dominic!” she cries out softly before slapping a hand over her mouth.
“You’re gonna get us in trouble, Miss Adams.” Chuckling darkly, I slip my fingers beneath the fabric. Now I’m the one unable to keep quiet— I moan at the hot, slick flesh that meets my fingers. I swipe two fingers up and down, tracing a line from her opening, along her lips, to her clit.
Heavenly. This woman feels fucking heavenly. Moving my hand from her neck, I wrap it around her shoulders, tugging her closer to me. She lowers the hand from her face, our mouths hovering a breath apart.
“Tell me how to make you come, Pen. Tell me where you want my fingers.” My request is simple; although I’m aching to slip my fingers inside her, to see how tight her perfect cunt is, I want her to say it. I want this to be perfect for her.
Taking a shaky breath, Pen says, “Two fingers inside me, please. I’ll do the rest.”
Oh fuck, why is it so hot hearing her say that?
“Yes, ma’am.” I slip one finger inside, just to ease her into it, and am immediately met by the hot, wet, unyielding tightness of her pussy. “Fuck, Pen.”
Pen rocks her hips and makes a pouty noise. “I said two,” she groans.
“So needy,” I growl, slipping the second finger inside. We both sigh in relief as I begin to move my fingers, crooking them inside, seeking out all the spots that will make her moan. Pen shifts in her chair slightly and begins to rock her hips against myhand in such a way that the palm of my hand presses against her clit.
“Just like that,” she grits out, biting hard on her bottom lip.
Holy shit, she wasn’t kidding when she said she’d do the rest. Penelope fists the back of my shirt, her nails digging in and I pray she leaves marks. I press my lips against her ear and whisper, “That’s it, ride my hand. Fall apart for me, Pea.”
“Oh, god!” Her words are strangled as she bucks her hips frantically— she’s so close. She needs just a little something more…
“Be a good girl and come for me,” I growl in my best imitation of her favorite audiobook narrator. It’s been a month of serious aural education, but I clearly I nailed it because Pen fucking comes with the words.
“Oh fuck, Dom,” she pants heavily, sagging into my embrace. Her orgasm coats my hand— I’ll have to make sure we don’t leave a spot on Gloria’s chair cushion. “That was…” She trails off, still catching her breath.
Slowly, I remove my hand and turn toward the table for a napkin. But Pen grabs me by the wrist— doing the single hottest thing any woman has ever done to me in my life— and licks the traces of her cum from my hand. She licks my palm before sliding my two fingers between her lips and sucking them clean.
“Holy fuck,” I groan. “You’re perfect, Pen. How are you so fucking perfect?”
“I could say the same about you,” she whispers with a devious grin. “Looks like listening to all of those smutty books is about to pay off.”
“Big time,” I mumble before crashing my lips to hers, slipping my tongue inside for a trace of her taste.
As the stars and the fairy lights twinkle above us a warm, fuzzy feeling settles in my chest. I have never been happier in my fucking life.
ELEVEN
june
PENELOPE
As spring melts into summer,I can’t recall a season of my life that has felt as wonderful as this one. Maybe because, for the first time ever, I’m not lonely. Sure, I’ve always had Chloe and Carl to keep me company, but Dominic is… it’s difficult to explain. Time spent with him is next level, and it’s not just all the orgasms he gives me.
There’s a certain giddy rush I get when I’m around him, even on the days he gets into his grumpy mood and doesn’t want to talk— I can usually get a smile on his face by the end of the day. Take now, for instance. He came into the store with a sour look on his face, grumbling about Gloria being sick, and now?—
“Fuck, Pen,” he groans against my ear. “You feel so good like this.”
We’re in the break room— I’m sitting on the counter and he’s standing between my legs. I can’t recall exactly how we got here, something about me not being able to reach supplies on the top shelf? That’s right, I had hopped up on the counter to reach just as Dominic stormed in from the main floor. And, well, beforeyou know it, his tongue lashes against mine as he grinds his hard cock against my hips, and his broad, warm hands on my thighs.
He pulls back for a moment, pausing his movements, as we each try to catch our breath. Cupping my face with one hand, he brushes my hair off my face with the other. “I was thinking… maybe tonight, after the festival, I could come by your place?”
“Mmm, that sounds nice.” It’s the Prairie Ridge Summer Solstice Festival tonight, one of those nights where the entire town basically comes out to socialize, drink shitty beer from poorly tapped kegs, and parents try to keep their kids out of trouble— or off the barely semi-safe carnival rides. We’re actually closing the store early tonight so we can go– not that it matters. It’s been so slow lately, I’m nervous every day that Gloria will tell us it’s time to close for good.
Dom presses his forehead to mine. “And what if I spend the night?”
My breath catches as I stare into his eyes. The past month we’ve gotten so close, intimately, but we haven’t had sex yet. Not that we don’t want to, the timing simply hasn’t been right. But tonight? A flutter of need courses through me, pulsing in my core.
