“After,” I growl. My voice and body are filled with need.
A need to see her naked, to feel her soft skin against mine.
To watch those tits of hers bounce as she rides my cock until she creams all over my thick rod.
With her own need as strong as my own, I can sense her heat long before I feel it or taste it in my mouth again.
I was right too, that waitress uniform just doesn’t hold up under the urgency of our arousal.
In moments we’re naked on the big bed, her breasts in my hands as she rocks on my engorged hard on, thicker than I ever dreamed possible as her tight little hole quivers and flexes on it.
Her sighing moans get louder until she can’t hold her release a second longer.
Wave after wave of her climax washes over us both, and it’s just the beginning.
I make love to my woman, playfully tease her, and then she has her way with me. Both of us eventually exhausted, but not from each other as she collapses into my arms after her fourth, or is it the fifth climax for the night.
“I never knew it could feel better every single time,” she pants, fumbling with the sheets to cover herself. I frown.
“Are you cold?” I ask, knowing from the glistening silkiness of her skin that she’s far from freezing.
She shakes her head.
“Then why cover up? I wanna see all of you, all the time,” I confess.
“Even when I’m fat and old… my body sagging from having a dozen kids?” she teases me, but I mean it.
“I love you, Penelope. And that means I love all of you. Now and forever. No matter what either of us looks like, okay?”
“Okay,” she murmurs, whispering that it’s gonna take her time to adjust, but from the slick sheen of her essence all over my cock and balls, all the way up to my abs, I tell her she’s doing just fine so far.
“Should we listen to our three friends now?” she asks, not even looking remotely sleepy although we both feel like we’ve run a marathon using each other to get off.
“If you want,” I tell her, having actually forgotten all about it until just now.
My need for her again canceling out everything else.
“I just wanna know if it actually worked,” she says. Making me laugh with her scientific mind again.
Needing to know her experiment went as planned, regardless of the result.
And I can appreciate that.
“Whatever happens, Penelope. Just say you’re mine.” That is all I ask because it’s all that matters to me now.
“For better or worse,” she says without having to think, and I kiss her again.
Memorizing the outline of her lips each time I do.
“Oh! Can we order food?” she asks. “I’m starving.”
“Yeah, we can order food.” I smile back. Always glad when my girl wants more to eat.
Knowing she’s replenishing herself after what I know is our new full-time hobby between the sheets.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Penelope
Jett and I heard it all last night while we ate dinner sitting up in bed.
The original recording is somewhere safe.
But even in the cold light of day, in Stanford Carlisle’s office the next morning. It’s shocking.
Like something out of a movie.
And I’m glad neither Karlee nor Sebastian Hawke are around to hear it either.
Karlee would want the scoop, the story of the century. And Sebastian…well, he’d probably just want to claim kudos for the whole thing being his idea, which it wasn’t.
“It’s simple…” The voice of Jett’s agent, Miles says over the clinking of glassware and cutlery as we playback the recording in full.
“Mark here, as legal head for the company, can easily draw up a change in power of attorney documents, and I’ll have Jett sign them.”
“He won’t just sign them,” A gruff voice butts in. It’s the third piggy, the CEO of the prison company. “Nobody’s that stupid,” he barks again, calling for another drink.
“He’ll sign anything I put in front of him,” Miles says soothingly.
Jett’s face twitches at the remark, even though he’s heard it before it still cuts him.
“But when I switch teams, when I move to represent the prison company suing him and his already forfeited empire?” The lawyer laughs. “Then he has no legal representation, and we can rush through a hearing, his ass will be in a sling if not your prison by the end of the week.”
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg as they outline their scheme.
All three continued like this for over an hour. Naming names, explaining to each other in explicit detail how they plan to frame Jett for some bogus breach of contract, sue him and finally, implicate him in crimes they’ve committed or plan using his company funds so he’ll be imprisoned.
Back in the very cells, he escaped not so long ago for publicity.