Chapter 1 #2
For years, she’s hid her body under baggy clothes, so I can only guess that she’s self-conscious, which is fucking tragic because she’s so damn perfect.
But I’ll have to show her that later.
Right now, all I can think about is how good her tight little pussy feels wrapped around my cock.
Penny reaches between her legs to touch her clit, which drives me mad.
I push into her harder, chasing the thrill of coming in my grumpy assistant, but before I can, her pussy clenches, milking my cock so damn hard, I explode.
We cry out together, in a chorus of lust and desire, and when we’re done, we drop boneless to the bed, panting.
“Goddamn, Penny. I used to think I hated you being mad at me, but if that’s how you act when you’re pissed, maybe I need to get under your skin more often.”
She rolls over me, off the bed, and starts getting dressed.
“Where are you going?”
“You promised me food.”
“Seriously?”
She disappears into the bathroom, and an image of my cum leaking down her thighs manifests.
I can’t think of a single thing I enjoy more than fucking Penny Green. No other woman has ever come close.
But if she leaves, I’ll never get to again.
A short time later, she emerges from the bathroom and hurries me along. I get dressed and take her down the street to a diner much like the one we left earlier today.
She eats like she’s starving, which pleases me because it’s so different from the typical dates that I go on. Not that this is a date.
I hardly touch my food because I’m waiting for the perfect time to tell her my thoughts on her leaving.
Which are: hell no.
But the moment never comes.
We walk back to the hotel in hostile silence, but maybe it’s for the best. She doesn’t want me the same way I want her, and having me around might deter her from moving on.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t give her a hell of a severance package.
“Look, Penny, I know you’re going to do what you’re going to do, but just know you always have a home at Crimson—”
As I’m speaking, Penny stops, her upper body lurching forward as she vomits for the second time today.
“Holy hell, Penny. Did you catch a stomach virus or something?”
Her head snaps up, and she glares at me, her face so full of contempt and loathing that I’m scared she might kill me.
And then it hits me.
Penny isn’t sick.
She’s pregnant.
PENNY
To say that I’m mortified is an understatement, but with my gut heaving again and again, I can hardly get a curse word out.
When I’m able to stand, I look over at Greyson, whose head is tilted to the side, his eyes narrowed. If I had to guess, I’d say he knows what’s going on and he’s trying desperately to figure out how to make the situation disappear.
“You okay?” Greyson whispers.
“Yeah!” I snap, whipping around to head back to the hotel.
Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve made increasingly poor decisions, but being so horny that I threw myself at Greyson is by far the worst of them.
Especially since he’ll be taking a wife soon.
My stomach twists again, threatening to expel the remaining contents at the memory of them talking at his office door, where he’d fucked me on his desk hours earlier.
He hasn’t told the public about their relationship yet, probably because it’s more of an arranged thing and not based on love.
Still, I hate that I was the other woman.
Greyson jogs next to me. “Penny, we need to talk.”
“No, we don’t!”
“Uh, I think we do.”
“Then you’re wrong.”
“How far along are you?”
“What are you talking about?”
He grabs my shoulder and brings me to a halt.
“Penny, I know you’re pregnant with my baby, so tell me how far along you are!”
“How do you know it’s your baby?” I hiss.
“Because you were a virgin that night in my office.”
“How would you know that?”
“I just know.”
“Then you should know how far along I am.”
“That’s right,” he nods, “I should.”
For a long minute, we stare at each other, lost in our thoughts.
Knowing that I’ve put him in an impossible situation, I say, “You don’t have to worry. I’ll go away.”
“I don’t want that.”
I snicker and turn, but he pulls me back around to look at him.
“Penny, what the hell has gotten into you?”
“Gee, I don’t know—maybe I’m scared.”
“You’ve been acting like this since that night, before you could have known you were pregnant, so don’t give me that line of bullshit.”
“Well, maybe I don’t like being used.”
“I never used you, Penny.”
“Then what would you call that night?”
His mouth falls open.
Boy, he has some audacity.
I pull away from him, and we walk the rest of the way back to the hotel in silence.
Once we’re inside the hotel room, before he can get a word out, I head into the bathroom to guzzle mouthwash again.
Stupid…dumb…horny…what’s wrong with me?
Too many things to count.
As I consider taking another shower, a knock sounds on the door.
“Penny, I know you’re mad, and you have every right to be, but I want you to know that I’m going to take care of you. It’s going to be alright.”
Tears roll down my cheeks because deep down, this is what I’ve always wanted. From the first moment I saw Greyson, I wanted to be his, in his arms, protected.
And he did protect me. When the entire world forgot about me, he took me in and gave me a home.
But what I have now is hollow, because it’s not me he wants.
“Penny?” he calls again.
“Go away!” I snap through sniffles and tears.
“I’ll leave you be and sleep in my truck, but don’t you think for a minute I’m going anywhere. I’m here for you and the baby.”
Sure, I think to myself, only because you have to be.