“I’m going to fuck that smart mouth later,” he said confidently. “But I need to get inside of you.”
My heart skipped a beat at the coarse words that had left his mouth. The sophisticated professor devolving into the sex-god playboy who owned the Upper East Side. It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did. But fuck, I understood how he ruled his own kingdom. I saw why everyone fell to their feet for him when he growled commands at me and made me eat my own cum off of his fingers. I’d crawl for him. And he knew it.
“I’m yours,” I breathed, running my thumb across the tip of his dick one more time before he freed himself entirely, dropping his boxer briefs to the floor.
The song switched to something even I didn’t recognize. But the rhythm was hypnotic. The bass rocked through us. The words flowed like silk, driving us together. There was just us, the music, and the clock ticking down to the New Year.
“Mine,” he said roughly.
He twisted me in place and then folded me in half at the waist. My hands reached out to grip the comforter as he temptingly pressed his cock against my opening.
I was primed for him, and still, he teased, pushing the head in and then out, back and forth against my clit until I thought I would burst with waiting for him to take me. But he didn’t make me wait long. His hand braced himself against the small of my back as the other gripped my hip before he drove his cock home.
My body shifted forward with the force of his motion, but it wasn’t painful. A moan escaped me at the sweet feel of surrender. The pleasurable stretch of being completely full. Then he started moving, and my moan turned into gasps. Out and then fast in. Out and then faster in, slamming into me. Taking my body. Owning my body. Slicing through any last hesitation I’d had that he wouldn’t fit.
Penn Kensington had been my first.
Seven years later, still, no one compared to him.
Penn’s voice became incoherent as he thrust deep into my pussy and took his pleasure, coupled with my own. Something coiled in my belly, low and urgent. Something begging to get out, to be released. I tensed all over as I felt the first hints of it strike my body.
I clenched down on the comforter hard as he penetrated me one more time, and then I loosed my scream into the bed as it burst forth. I came to new heights, seeing stars in the night sky. I saw the planets and galaxy and even beyond that. I saw heaven in my den of sin.
Penn groaned and grunted loudly as he finished right after me. I felt the sheer force of his orgasm and sighed with pleasure.
It was a minute before he could move again, and my core immediately begged for him to return. A small mewl left my lips in protest, and he chuckled softly, rubbing my back again.
“There’s time for round two.”
I uneasily stood up and looked at his naked form, his cock still erect, jutting out between us. “There’d better be.”
Fireworks exploding noisily behind us kept him from a reply. We both watched the night sky light up with fervor out the window.
Penn stepped back into me with a tender smile. He pulled my mouth to his. A chaste kiss compared to what we’d just shared. But somehow, it fit perfectly. “Happy New Year, Natalie.”
“A new year for a new us,” I breathed against him.
He grinned at my choice in words. “To a new us.”
Then he kissed me again, and we lost the rest of the night to that toast.
Chapter 5
Natalie
I stretched like a cat as I woke to a brand-new world. A distinctly delicious male figure slept soundly on the other side of the bed. And between us was the smallest and yet largest ten-pound dog in existence.
I rubbed Totle’s belly and planted a kiss on his head. “You’re so lucky that you’re cute.”
Pulling Totle’s sleeping body closer to me, I rolled over him and onto Penn’s side. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist like I was the big spoon and sighed in pleasure. This felt right. Unbelievably right.
Like maybe I could live in this life right here, right now. Maybe I didn’t need anything else but this. Especially after the night that we’d had.
But this wasn’t the real world. Penn’s room was like a magical fortress that no one could possibly access. They’d have to slay a fire-breathing dragon to get inside. And there were no white knights in this city. Only dark sorcerers and evil witches set to ruin a princess’s life.
As soon as we left this sanctuary, we’d have to deal with that world out there again. Which I knew and hated and wished weren’t true. But Penn had told me time and time again that, once you were in on the Upper East Side, there was no out. He was proof of that. And while Katherine was trying to drag me out of the Upper East Side by my silvery-white hair, I wasn’t here to play nice. I was here to make sure she never hurt anyone ever again.
That meant…the real world had to come into this perfect place earlier than I would have liked.
“I could get used to this,” Penn muttered groggily. A yawn broke on the last word, and he rolled over to get a look at me. “Morning.”
Despite my dark thoughts, a smile broke across my features at his sleepy greeting. “Good morning.”
His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me flush with him. “Last night wasn’t a dream.”
“That would have been quite a vivid dream.”
“They’ve been vivid before,” he confessed.
“Oh?”
“Not like last night, but usually, I’m fucking some sense into you.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t think it works that way.”
“Think it did last night.”
I made a disbelieving sound. Men!
He pressed a kiss into my hair. “Don’t move. I’m going to take Totle out, and when I get back, I want to return to this discussion.”
“You are unbelievable.”
He hopped out of bed, revealing the taut contours of his impressive ass. I bit down on my lip at the sight. God, that body.
“I think you told me that last night, too, but in a slightly different context.” He winked at me and then patted the bed near Totle’s head. “Come on, Aristotle. Get up, you lazy beast. I have plans for the sex fiend in my bed and want to hurry back.”
I snorted as Totle’s little head popped up out of the covers, and he trotted toward Penn, who was tugging on clothes to brave the January chill.
“Ten minutes,” he assured before disappearing from the room.
I flopped back on the bed.
January. A new year. A new me. A new us.
So absolutely optimistic.
I was going to have to tell him. I’d put it off long enough. And I wasn’t looking forward to what was to come. Because I had plans, and I didn’t know how he was going to respond. But he was the linchpin. So much of this rested on his shoulders. I could do it without him. I could. The means would be uglier, more volatile.
And then there was the matter of trust. Trusting him with my body. Trusting him with my safety. Those were different than simply trusting him. Believing that, in the end, he wouldn’t fuck me over. Just because we could fuck didn’t prove anything.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, bringing me out of my thoughts. I checked the text from Amy.