He smirks at me. “It took you long enough.”

  6

  PENELOPE

  He takes my hand and leads me along the hallway, and I count numbers on doors like a time bomb in my head.

  200.

  202.

  204.

  206.

  I know what this is, but I’m so freaking anxious.

  Damn him for kissing me in a way that I want more.

  We stop at room 208.

  I stop breathing.

  He glances down at me. “Nervous?”

  “Very.”

  He keeps hold of my hand while he swipes a keycard with the other. “Don’t be. We can just chat since you were determined to cheer me up at the beginning of the night. I was glad to get out of there after all the questions about…”

  He trails off and doesn’t finish his sentence, although I sense what he was going to say since his ex is here. If he mentions her name, I’ll probably blurt out sorry and say something about the proposal, and then he’ll know I ruined his relationship. I know I wasn’t the sole reason, but I can’t help feeling partly responsible.

  Franklin holds the door open for me to step inside his hotel room, and I stop thinking about everything else when I see the size of his bed.

  King-size.

  I force myself to look anywhere but the bed because my thoughts race, and I’m thinking of us naked when he said we could just chat. There’s a small refrigerator and a minibar. A lounge chair and desk are in the corner, with an office chair against the opposite wall. A table lamp provides the only lighting. The wall behind the bed is wallpapered in a green and red geometric pattern. I nod to it. “Woah.”

  He grins. “I wouldn’t hire their decorator to style my home.”

  I giggle. “I feel like I’m turning cross-eyed.”

  He chuckles. “That would be the effect of the wine.” He points to the lounge. “Take a seat.” He opens the refrigerator, retrieves two bottles of water, and then hands one to me. “Can I get you anything else?”

  I shake my head.

  We fall silent for a moment, and I appreciate him being a gentleman and giving me space as though I’m going to change my mind. The sensible part of me is yelling to get out of here. My hormones argue otherwise.

  “Are you sure we haven’t met somewhere, Penny?” He sits on the desk chair and swivels so he’s directly facing me. “There’s something about you.” He hesitates. “It’s a feeling I never get when I first meet someone. In my line of work, I don’t lower my guard if I don’t know someone.”

  And he’s lowering his guard for me. I guzzle a few mouthfuls of water. “You seem as though you’re a man who would never forget a face.”

  He eyes me carefully. “This is true. Why did you make it your mission if you didn’t know who I was?”

  “I spotted you from the other side of the room and thought, why is he so sad? Sometimes, I react on instinct, and it’s not always the wisest decision.”

  He tips his bottle of water to me. “Some decisions require instinct to make quick decisions. Your gut can steer you in the right direction, and tonight, I think it was a good choice.”

  “Yet you didn’t tell me why you were sad.” Guilt fills me, knowing why, and I’m keeping it from him.

  “You interrupted me while responding to emails.” I know he won’t be smiling while working, only I know the real reason. Franklin leans back in the chair and rubs his chin. “I didn’t tell you that my ex is here.”

  I sit forward, shocked at his admission. “We were together for a long time and split two years ago. We’ve barely spoken since, and it hurts because she was also my friend.”

  My guard lowers at the way he says she was my friend. “You’re a better person than me. I despise my ex.”

  He stares at me for too long.

  I’m not interested in expanding this conversation. “Let’s make a pact not to talk about our exes tonight.” I stand and stare out the window at the light snow fall shining from the pathway lights. “Or how we could be stuck in this place if there’s a snowstorm.” I turn to him.

  “I overheard you talking to your friend about San Fran. Is that where you live?”

  “Are you spying on me, Franklin?” I like that he’s interested. “No, I live in LA. We hope to work with a client in San Fran.”

  “In what line of work?” He crosses his legs, assessing me. “Or am I being intrusive?”

  “Not intrusive.” I flop back onto the lounge. “I have a career in making people smile.” I grin at him. “First, I get tipsy and then annoy them at bars.”

  “You could make millions…” His eyes darken and travel down my body to my bare legs, where my cocktail dress ends and then to my feet in red heels to match my dress. Despite the freezing weather outside, it’s warm and toasty inside, and the temperature in this room is about to reach boiling point. “The pay isn’t great, so I also have a job on the side working for an interior remodeling and decorating company. I guess by the time I finish with people’s homes, they are smiling, so it’s not a lie.”

  Franklin’s smirk is slow and deliberate, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me.

  “See? My work here is done.” I go to stand, and Franklin snags my hand before I take the first step.

  “May I have your business card before you leave?”

  I stick out my chin. “You couldn’t afford me.”

  And for the first time, he laughs, and it reaches his eyes. “I’m willing to pay in other ways.”

  “A bit ahead of yourself, aren’t you?”

  He stands. I step backward, one, then another. I’m gazing into those heated eyes.

  He takes a step.

  I move back.

  Our lips are only inches away.

  His hands are by his sides.

  And then my legs hit the edge of the bed.

  I’m so aroused all common sense is lost.

  “Are you leaving, Penny?” He kicks off his shoes, undoes his belt, and then his shirt buttons.

  Yes, I’m leaving.

  The words don’t get a chance to pass my lips because his shirt is tossed to the chair, and I’m staring at his tanned, muscled chest and a freaking thirty-pack of abs. Holy mother of fucks. Franklin is gorgeous.

  “I decided to stay,” I manage before slowly lowering my ass to the bed.

  His eyes are fixed on me as he slides his trousers down his athletic thighs, his erection bobbing against the band of his underwear.

  I swallow, unable to look away. Franklin has the king of dicks if there is a king of dicks.

  Do I wait for him to undress me, or do I start to undress myself?

  He’s about to remove his underwear, so I peer down to my shoes to unbuckle the straps because I’m weirding myself out by staring at him.

  “Penny.” His voice is demanding. “Do not touch your shoes. Look at me.”

  I meet his eyes and watch without looking directly at his crotch as he slides his briefs down his thighs and kicks them to the side. With his hands on his hips, he stares at me as though he’s waiting for me to lower my gaze. He caresses his dick as though it’s a trophy. In a way, it is.

  “Do you want this?”

  My gaze lowers, and I’m staring, really staring, at his thick, beautiful cock. I nod and lick my lips. I’m ready. Straightening my back, I look at Franklin and spread my legs. Franklin comes to stand between my thighs. Before he has a chance to touch me, I take charge and guide his cock to my mouth. Sliding my lips around him, I start slowly, and as I build, he moves with me, not forcing me to take all of him in.

  “Is this how it’s going to be, Penny?” His hands are in my hair, and with a slight tug, my head tilts so I’m staring into those sexy eyes, giving him the pleasure he seeks.

  He thrusts gently, slowly speeding up, and I move my head in sync with his actions. His audible breaths tell me he is building, and I celebrate internally because I’m the one who will give him the first orgasm. It’s a small win.

  More moans escape him as I move my tongue around his cock, tickling the end as he withdraws. One hand rests on my shoulder, and the other is in my hair, wrapping it around his fist.

  “Penny,” he moans. “I’m going to come.”

  He’s letting me know, but I’m going all the way like a freaking pro. It’s been too long, and I’m back on the horse, riding it to the finish line. I suck him harder and faster until he comes, his body jerking with a final thrust. I swallow him, close my eyes, and keep swallowing. There’s another tug on my hair, and my eyes flash open. He slides his cock out of my mouth, falls to his knees, and kisses me. He is all over my lips, and then his tongue glides over mine, and I feel a sense of kink that he is tasting himself inside my mouth. Our kiss is hotter than the one in the foyer, and I am ready for this. My clothes are an unwanted barrier, so I slide my dress over my shoulders, needing to get naked now.

  “Penny,” he growls against my lips. “Stop.” He positions me in the middle of the bed. “We have all night.”

  Being out of practice, I am not going to last much longer. He takes my leg, lifts it, and removes one stiletto. He dots kisses from my ankle along my calf, and I flop back on the mattress, covering my eyes with my arm. A shiver rolls over me when his lips reach the inside of my thigh. His fingers trace a line ahead of his kiss, caressing my skin. He kisses my sex, and I thrust my hips ever so lightly.

  Forget the other leg, I want to beg.

  He lifts his face and smirks. Oh yes, I’m putty in his hands. I could just flick my heels into the corner of the room. On the other hand, it’s been too long since a man adored my body like this, and it might be the last time for many months. When his lips reach my inner thigh, I place a hand gently on the back of his head.

  He stops kissing and lifts his gaze. “Do I need to tie up your fucking hands, Penny?” he growls. He takes my wrists and places them beside my head. “Relax. I’ve got this.”

  “I can’t relax,” I snap. “I want you inside me. Now.”

  He hovers, kissing my neck. His nose nudges my ear. “There is only room for one CEO in this bed, and I’m it. Trust in allowing me to pleasure you.”

  “I do trust you,” I say, all breathy. “But in my last relationship, the sex would be over by now, and I’d be going to sleep,” I blurt out.

  “What?” Franklin’s expression is set as he considers my words. Disapproval gleams in his eyes.

  I wince. “Yeah, sex was quick, and let’s say I never finished first. But my vibrator is a godsend.”

  “That’s the last time I ever want to hear you talk about your ex since he’s not worth thinking about. And after this weekend, you’ll want to throw your vibrator in the trash.”

  I giggle. “Then get to it.” I open my legs for him.

  “Stop rushing me.” He pulls me up by my hand. Kissing my shoulder, he slides one strap of my dress down, then the other. The zipper sounds, and I wiggle my ass as he slides the fitted material over my hips, along with my thong and throws both aside. My bra is unclipped and joins my dress on the floor. He holds my hand and leans back as if to peruse my body. His eyes trail over every inch of me, and heat prickles my skin in a wake from his gaze.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Penny.”

  I allow myself to take in his hard, angular physique—his broad shoulders, masculine square chest, rock-hard arms, and taut waist, and then my eyes lower to his hard cock.

  “How long can you hold a squat?”

  I have no idea what he’s thinking, but after a few drinks, I can exaggerate the truth. I love the gym, albeit I haven’t been for a few months since work became busy, but I maintain decent leg strength, thanks to throwing myself into hardcore workouts after Bernard dumped me.

  “An easy five minutes. Maybe more.”

  “Perfect.”

  I’m getting more praise tonight than I did in school.

  He rolls onto his back. “Stand over me.”

  I stand, peer down at him, and it feels like a shift in the power. He is giving me a minute. With an overbearing need, I drop onto my knees and kiss him. For a few moments, his mouth on mine is all I’m aware of until he breaks the kiss. “Lift, Penny.” I stand as he wants. Sliding down the bed, he stares directly into my sex.

  “Straddle my face.”

  I do as I’m told.

  “Slowly lower yourself on me.”

  “Onto your face?”

  “Yes, Penny. I want you on my face so I can eat you.”

  My insides flip, and my sex throbs hard.

  I fall forward and start to giggle as I lower myself. I can’t help it. The wine is mixing with my overexcited hormones, and I’m higher on joy than if I’d smoked weed.

  “You won’t be laughing in a minute.”

  I silence him with my sex as I line up my clit with his lips. His hands cup my ass with a light smack.

  A little squeal escapes my throat, only to be silenced when his tongue brings my dormant clit back to life. He alternates kisses and little sucks with that tongue sliding through my sex, sucking hard, kissing lightly. I’m panting, shaking, my knees weaken as my thighs go limp, and my arms tremble. “Oh God,” I cry out as I come for the first time.

  He doesn’t stop, and I feel myself building again.

  “Frank…” I moan loudly, my clit throbbing with pleasure. My head falls forward onto the bed while my ass is away from his mouth and up in the air. I can’t take anymore. He moves from under me, and I don’t care. I need a minute. Then my ass is pulled higher.

  “Stay like this.” I hear the sound of foil ripping.

  Two fingers push inside me, and my head jerks up. “Oh.” From behind me, he circles and pumps his fingers in and out of my sex. “Ohhh. Yes.” I circle my ass with another orgasm building. “Yes. Yes.”

  He smacks my rear, removes his fingers, and I want to cuss, but I’m silent as his thick hard cock pushes inside me. I squeal a little and clench my sex.

  “Easy, Pen. Let me in. I want to be completely inside you.”

  I try to relax as he thrusts gently, slowly. It’s a beautiful pain. My body relaxes, taking him in. The squelch of us fucking as his thrusts speed up is such a turn-on.

  “Yes, yes!” I moan. “More.” I lift my elbows so I’m on all fours as Franklin slams into me from behind. Harder. Faster. My head is bouncing forward with the force as he pounds me from behind. I build fast and come faster than a Hexie bullet train.

  God, I need to catch my breath. So I lower my head. How long do couples usually have sex? More to the point, how many orgasms are normal because another builds while the pounding continues? His hips circle, and one hand finds my swollen, sensitive clit. I move my hips with his, pleasure and pain blurred. Then he fires his dick into me at a piston pace, and I hold still to take everything he is giving me.

  Breathe.

  I focus on taking deeper breaths to stop myself from panting before I pass out from hyperventilating.

  He wraps both hands beneath me as he rests his chest on my back, opens my legs, and drives himself harder inside me.

  Holy mother of fucks. I face-plant onto the bed, my ass high in the air and his for the taking. Another orgasm rips through me. “Fraaank,” I whimper. My arms are limp by my side, and my face is squashed into the linen. I’m floating. Light-headed.

  “Penny.” My name rolls off his lips, and it’s the most beautiful sound. He thrusts hard and jerks, emptying himself inside me. He pulls out as my fatigued body falls onto the bed. Then he moves beside me and lies on his side, facing me. I am exhausted. Fucked. Literally.

  “Hey.” His breath is hot on my face, his breathing still rapid.

  “Hey,” I murmur.

  “Ready for round two?”

  I can’t move. All the blood has drained from my brain to my throbbing pussy.

  Franklin moves the hair away from my eyes. “I want to see you.”

  I could stare at his handsome face all day.

  His brown eyes are so gentle and caring when he asks, “Do you want a drink? Can I get you anything?”

  “Water.” But it sounds more like orta because my lips are still squashed into the sheets. He laughs, and I decide it’s my new favorite sound. Scrap that. My name on his lips when he comes inside me is my new favorite sound.

  He scoops me and rolls me over, and I moan as he hands me a bottle of water. “You’re rather dramatic.”

  “So would you be after a sexual drought.”

  He chokes on his water.

  I unscrew the lid and guzzle the cold liquid. The way he’s staring at me changes the vibe in the room. His heavy brow isn’t an expression of judgment but more of concentration, as if he is deep in thought. His eyes flick over my face.

  “Okay, Mr. CEO, stop the assessment.” I glance away and sip more water while observing the room. My panties are in one corner, my dress in the other, and my shoes yards apart. Where is my purse and cell?

  He opens the bar refrigerator, and I stop searching, focusing on the sexiest ass I have ever seen. Could this man be any more perfect? “How often do you work out?”

  He turns, holding two ice cubes, and hands me one. “Um… is this for my water?”

  “Every day, and no. Suck the ice to numb your snarky tongue. Now lie back. I wasn’t kidding when I said that was round one.”

  What?

  “I should go.”

  “Why?” He sits on the bed beside me. “Is someone waiting for you?”

  “You’re making me nervous.”

  “In a good way?” Franklin stands and starts to stroke his cock, slowly and deliberately.

  “Oh. I…” I’m tingling inside. Only my pussy is madly throbbing from round one. “I’m not sure I’m up to it.”

  “You will be.”

  Why do I believe him?

  “Lie back, and for once, let me do my job.”

  I pop the ice in my mouth and suck. I get a bit of a brain freeze then inhale the sharpest breath when ice is rubbed over my pussy and clit. I keep sucking on the ice to stop myself from saying anything.

  “Finally, she learns.”

  “Okay, Frankie.”

  “Penny,” he warns. “My grandmother was the last person to call me by that name and I was eight-years-old.”

 

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