“I don’t have a condom,” I said apologetically when I came up for air. “So does this work for now?”
“I don’t care.” She slid off the edge of the table to stand close to me. She reached between us to unzip my fly. “Just fuck me. Whatever happens, happens. Okay?”
My heart pounded, and not just because I’d been denying myself oxygen just to get her off. Her meaning was pretty goddamn clear. There wasn’t any reason to delay the life we wanted, now that we had each other again. Whatever happens, happens.
“Yeah. I’m okay with that.”
I boosted her back onto the table, crumpling her dress around her hips again and pressing her thighs wide apart to stand between them. I sank into her—God, but every ripple had been seared into my memory—and guided one of her legs around me.
I wanted to make her come again and again, to fuck her for hours and never stop, but we were in the middle of a huge party. The dripping wet heat of her, after a month without touching her skin or hearing her quick, whimpered breaths, didn’t help. She overloaded my senses, and there was no holding back. I shoved into her hard, my fingers digging into her hips to pull her up tighter, and came harder than I could ever remember coming in my entire life. At least, it felt that way as the head rush kicked in and my cock jerked inside her, emptying me of, besides the obvious, all of the sadness I’d felt when we’d been apart.
I leaned down and kissed her, still dizzy. “I’m sorry. I thought that would be…better.”
She shivered, her cunt clenching around me. “No, it was…” She sighed contentedly. “This is perfect. You’re with me, and we’re perfect.”
I withdrew with a groan at the pins-and-needles feeling and helped her to her feet She straightened her dress, and we hunted for her panties in the dark. We didn’t want to be caught by turning on a light, but it would be rude to leave them behind. Since I had pockets, I gallantly offered to keep them safe for her.
A loud round of applause sounded from the atrium.
“I should get back out there,” Penny said ruefully. “I’m technically on the clock, and this…”
I laughed as she reached into the top of her dress and fished out a phone hidden in the depths of her cleavage. She shrugged and explained, “It’s Sophie’s. Ah, shit. I missed a call.”
I took Penny’s hand and lifted it to my lips. “Go. We’ve got all the time in the world after tonight.”
“Yeah.” She dipped her head, and in the dim red light of the exit sign, I caught her smile. “We do.”
“You go first. I’ll follow behind.” But I took her hand and pulled her to me for a kiss, unwilling to let her go just yet.
The phone rang again, and I reluctantly stepped back. “Go.”
I watched her walk away, my heart full, my brain swimming with endorphins. Penny and I had more to talk about. Hours of talk, and some of it probably painful. But we were in this together. We were. That was all that mattered.
I reached into the pocket inside of my jacket. There wasn’t enough light to read the text on the little slip of paper, which had definitely seen more wear than it had been designed for. But I didn’t need to read it to know what it said.
The love of your live will step into your path this summer.
Now, I supposed I would have to start believing in signs.
There are two sides to every story…
Read First Time (Penny’s Story)
By Abigail Barnette
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November 2015
Abigail Barnette is the pseudonym of Jenny Trout, an author, blogger, and funny person. Jenny made the USA Today bestseller list with her debut novel, Blood Ties Book One: The Turning. Her American Vampire was named one of the top ten horror novels of 2011 by Booklist Magazine Online. As Abigail Barnette, Jenny writes award-winning erotic romance, including the internationally bestselling The Boss series.
As a blogger, Jenny’s work has appeared on The Huffington Post, and has been featured on television and radio, including HuffPost Live, Good Morning America, The Steve Harvey Show, and National Public Radio’s Here & Now. Her work has earned mentions in The New York Times and Entertainment Weekly.
She is a proud Michigander, mother of two, and wife to the only person alive capable of spending extended periods of time with her without wanting to kill her.
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