Cruel Money (Cruel 1)

Amy was right. I was here for another month. Why not try this?

“No rules,” he murmured against my lips.

“But…”

His hands skimmed down my body and then hoisted my legs around his waist. I gasped as I held on to him. He effortlessly carried me down the hallway and into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before Totle could follow us.

I’d been inside his bedroom that one embarrassing time when I stormed away from him and into the first available room. I’d admired the controlled chaos of the space, the stacks upon stacks of books, and his cherry wood French writing desk. Now, the only thing I could see was the king-size bed against the window overlooking Central Park.

Penn set me on my feet at the foot of the bed. He kissed my lips one more time and then waited until my eyes fluttered open. My breath caught at that look. That all-encompassing feeling like I was diving deep into that gaze. Lost to him.

And I wondered if I was doing this right. Casual sex. Because one look from him turned my insides to goo and pitched my breathing low and heated my body. It didn’t feel casual. It felt like the culmination of weeks spent in that house, alone together without release. Watching him run and cook and drink and write…god, his furious indulgent writing in that notebook. It felt right.

This felt more like a reason to finally be with him. Whatever excuse I could grasp at. And I was going to take it because I wanted him even if I knew I couldn’t keep him.

Then he slid the zipper down the back of my dress, and I forgot to care.

His hands were careful and methodical. Easing the zipper down slow and steady while maintaining my gaze. It was utterly sensual. I shivered at the touch, at the trail of his finger down the length of my spine. Until he reached the apex of my ass where he hesitated for just a second with an indulgent smirk on his face, and then he continued between my cheeks and over the lace of my thong, bringing the zipper to the base.

He left me in place and walked leisurely around my body until his chest was nearly pressed against my back. His hands moved up my exposed back to my shoulders and gently brushed the sleeves off.

“As I recall,” he said, lowering his mouth to the spot where my shoulder met my neck, “you enjoyed this.”

He pressed his lips to the spot, and my entire body erupted into goose bumps.

“Oh god,” I breathed.

His tongue swept across the spot. Then he sucked in until my core throbbed with desire.

Fuck, he’d actually remembered that. How…how had he remembered that?

He deftly unclasped my bra and tossed it on the floor. My breasts hung heavy with my nipples erect with desire. He pulled me back against his chest, cupping my breasts in his hands. My ass pressed up against his cock, hard and firm through his suit pants. My mouth watered to taste him again.

I swirled my hips invitingly as he continued to teasingly kiss me while kneading my nipples between his fingers. He pinched one roughly, and I cried out as pleasure hit me anew. He nipped my shoulder and then walked me forward to the bed.

My knees hit the mattress, and then he tapped my legs further apart. I groaned when his hands skimmed my inner thighs.

I wanted him. Fuck, I fucking wanted him. I didn’t need the foreplay. I didn’t need anything but his cock inside me right now.

But he had other ideas.

He pushed me forward, bending me at the waist to lie across his bed. My pussy soaked my panties. He could slip inside me right now with no resistance. And I wanted him to.

“Fuck, I have wanted you since the day I saw you walk up that beach.”

He ran his hands down my back and to my ass, hooking a finger under my thong and dragging it down my legs. I stepped out of the material, leaving me exposed to him. And I didn’t care one bit.

He returned to my ass, gently squeezing my cheeks before moving to the apex of my thighs. I bucked against the bed at the first touch against my core. He slicked a finger through my wet center. I swore, I knew his satisfied smirk was there without even looking at him.

I thought he was just going to undo his pants and take me right then and there. Honestly, I kind of hoped so. But the Penn from six years ago had believed in multiple orgasms, and it seemed that hadn’t changed. And well…thank fuck for that.

His knees hit the hardwood floor. I glanced back in surprise, and then he buried his face in my pussy. I cried out, dropping my head, as all at once, I was overcome with sensation. His tongue was inside me. His thumb pressed to my clit.