She dipped low, cheek brushing wood, then rose—slow, deliberate, unbothered. Big cock Fingers slid down her sides, slow, electric. “I want to.” I’m not hiding anymore. Her grin widened as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall, boobs out, free. Hands shook. “Phil’s jaw dropping. It rattled her, but God, she craved it. Walls up, safe inside her soft, modest cage. Smack in the middle. “Blame me?” Jake rasped, hands on her hips, pinning her against the door. He pushed through the sweaty, sticky crowd, floor sticky beneath his sneakers, heart pounding with urgency. When she climbed on, her hips set the tempo, her gaze locked to his. Then, half-shy: “Don’t let it go to your head.”
They went at it for hours, Penny’s spark leaving Jim wrecked, grinning, half-hooked, and wondering how the hell he’d just fallen headfirst for a hurricane named Penny.
