“Damn,” Penelope says, her head resting on my chest as we watch the TV across the suite. “Another home run?”

I sigh as I gently stroke her bare arm. “Yeah, now you know why they call that guy Home Run Hunter.”

“Guy’s a machine!” She chuckles. “Is he single?”

I stop stroking. “No. He is not.”

“Damn.” Her head turns up and she flashes me a sly smile. “I guess I’m stuck with you, then.”

I palm her chin, stealing a kiss from her before I let her go. Territorial, maybe. But this is my bed she’s in.

Penelope settles back down and pulls the sheet a little higher to conceal her breasts again. I plant another soft kiss on her head, silently wondering if she can hear how hard my heart is still pounding in my chest. It’s not every day I bring home a girl that doesn’t mind me watching DVR baseball in bed. Healthier than a cigarette, that’s for sure.

“You play third base, right?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I answer, mindlessly touching her arm again.

“Are you any good?”

I chuckle. “Yes.”

“Can I see you play?”

“I don’t have any old games recorded here,” I say. “But I can get you tickets to a game once I’m back in.”

She raises her head to look at me again. “Will you hit a homer for me?”

“I thought I just did,” I joke.

“Oh, definitely,” she says with a grin.

“Yes,” I answer, grazing her cheek. “I’ll knock it out of the park for you.”

She hums in approval. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

I kiss her again, my heart still pounding for her. My stomach twitches, a long-ignored hunger itching to take over. “You hungry?” I ask.

She groans lightly. “I’m famished.”

“Good.” I twist toward the bedside table and grab the phone. “Me, too.”

“You can get room service at this hour?” she asks.

“Twenty-four seven,” I say as I dial zero. “Three sixty-five.”

“Nice.”

I lie back and hold the phone to my ear while I brush Penelope’s tattered hair off her forehead.

“Room service.”

I smile, recognizing the voice. “Hey, Gloria. It’s Hayden.”

“Hayden!” she greets. “What can I do for you, kiddo?”

“Can I get two veggie burgers delivered to my room, along with a plate of those chocolate chip cookies of yours I love so much?”

“You got it,” she says. “Give us twenty minutes.”

“Thank you.” I twist my arm and drop the phone back onto the cradle. “And now, we wait.”

Penelope squints at me with suspicion. “How did you know I don’t eat meat?” she asks.

“We’ve been together for twelve weeks and four days,” I answer. “I know a lot about you.”

She stares until I laugh.

“Okay,” I say. “I might have stalked your social media a little — but you double-tapped me first!”

Her jaw drops. “You saw that?”

“Yes.”

“How? It was one accidental like!”

“On a six-month-old picture!” I laugh. “Also, you were very much on my mind, so PennyLove818 kinda stood out in my notifications.”

Penelope buries her red face in my chest. “God…”

I guide her head back up. “I liked what I saw on your profile, though,” I say, nudging her chin. “You seem like a fun chick.”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s all filtered bullshit, I assure you.”

“What about now?” I ask. “Is this no-filter Penny in my bed?”

“Maybe,” she says, biting her lip.

I kiss the tip of her nose and she eases up to lock lips with me instead. After a few seconds, she turns to get closer and we deepen the kiss even more, parting our mouth for each other’s tongues.

Penelope straddles me and I shift up for a more comfortable position against the headboard. I look down, admiring her naked body as she sits on my cock. She shifts her hips along my growing shaft and my blood pumps even faster as she crushes her lips on mine. She firmly presses my erection along her mound and grinds against me, awakening her own passions as much as mine.

I sit back, watching with wide eyes as she guides my dick into her pussy. The urge to thrust nearly overwhelms me but I force myself to sit still. Instead, I let her lower herself down, taking as much or as little of me as she wants.

She tilts her hips forward, starting a slow, careful grind as she rests her hands on my chest. Her face fills with pleasure and moans tremble her plump lips.

I lean forward, aching for her kiss. She reads my mind and cups my face, bucking her hips a little faster as I groan with pleasure.

“Hayden...” she says my name and my groin tightens.

“Yeah?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Do you like anal play?”

I smile. “Giving or receiving?”

She takes in a sharp inhale and shudders as she rolls her hips just right. “Both,” she says.

I bring my index finger to her lips, still smiling. “I don’t dish out what I can’t take,” I say.

Penelope opens her mouth and I stick my finger inside, letting her coat it with a thick layer of her saliva. She slows her grind to a near halt as I take my wet finger out and reach around her. I watch her face closely for a reaction as I slip between her ass cheeks and feel for that tight, little star.

Penelope closes her eyes and bites down as I slowly pop the tip of my finger inside of her. She shudders but manages to stay relaxed enough to let me slide up to my first knuckle.

“Don’t stop,” she says. “It feels good...”

I take it slower, gently stroking in and out up to that first knuckle again. Her pussy constricts around me, pleasure burning inside of her for more but I don’t want to take it too fast.

Once her ass takes my fingertip easily, I slowly give her another knuckle.

Penelope gasps, her lips curling in aching pleasure. “Yes,” she says, kissing me harder as her hips start grinding again. “More.”

I don’t force it but I give her what she wants, easing into her until I can’t anymore. Her mouth opens with a gasping breath as she rides me, fucking both of her holes with each smooth motion of her hips.

I laugh. I can’t help it. “God, you’re dirty,” I say, still smiling.

Penelope’s moans shift to laughs and she holds me a little tighter. “You feel so good.”

“Keep going,” I say, holding still and letting her do as she pleases. “I want to feel you come so hard.”

I feel down her body with my spare hand, planting my fingers between our grinding bodies to push against her clit.

“Mmm!” she moans. “Little to the left.”

I shift an inch and she convulses.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t—”

She gasps, so damn close.

I lock my position and watch as she performs the last few grinds she needs to push herself over. She kisses me as she comes, moaning loudly into my mouth as our tongues run wild. I watch her every move, admiring every single muscle twitch on her beautiful, blissful face.

“Wow...” I whisper, making her smile. “You’re gorgeous.”

I slowly slide my finger out of her ass and she releases a long, satisfying breath. “Keep telling me that and I’ll never leave this bed,” she coos.

“Damn.” I laugh. “You’ve discovered my master plan.”

Penelope opens her eyes and looks at me, holding my gaze for who the hell knows how long. “Your turn,” she says, kissing me again. “If you’re still game.”

She eases back, gently sliding off of my rigid cock with her lips still planted on mine.

“Oh, I’m definitely game,” I say, my loins pounding for release.

She kisses my neck, stirring my passions even more. A laugh teases my throat as she descends further, her lips tickling my chest and abs on her way down.

I look forward, practically melting from the pure bliss rushing through my body. A game on the television. A gorgeous woman in my lap. A burger on the way.

Could this get any better?

Penelope’s mouth wraps around the head of my dick and I laugh.

Yes. Yes, it could.

“Fuck…” I sigh as she slowly bobs her head, massaging my cock with her sweet tongue.

I gather her hair in one hand, holding it out of the way so I can get a full view of her perfect blowjob. She strokes my base with one hand, working me in time with her rhythmic sucking and I already find myself struggling to hold myself together.

Penelope raises a hand and lays her index finger against my lips. I open my mouth and she sticks it in, allowing me to cover it with thick layer of my saliva. She pulls it out and I take a deep breath to relax myself as a wide smile takes over my face.

Penelope nearly deep throats me and I twitch, hurtling closer to the edge. She slides me out of her mouth and she smiles up at me as she places her wet finger against my tight ass.

“Stop me if it’s too much,” she says, her voice silky and smooth.

I give her hair a light tug. “I’m ready, baby,” I say with a groan. “Give it to me.”

She lowers her mouth again, enveloping my shaft, as she penetrates me with the tiny tip of her finger. I breathe through the initial discomfort and she waits, letting my body relax and adjust before she begins a short, smooth stroke up to her first knuckle. My cock grazes the back of her throat, firing pure pleasure through my entire body and my nerves dissolve beneath her touch.

“Goddamn,” I grunt, fisting her hair a little harder. “I’m gonna come so hard.”

Penelope chuckles. The sweet vibrations cradle my cock, firing sweet lightning up my spine.

“More,” I whisper, barely able to say it at all.

She obeys and gives me a little more of her finger. Her lips tighten around my shaft. Her tongue works around my crown even faster. Her finger fucks me so well, my vision blurs.

This woman fucking owns me.

“Fuck.” My body tenses, ready to break. “I’m coming.”

Penelope doesn’t stop. She soothes me with another deep moan, urging me to fill her little mouth. I’d be one real bastard to deny her even a drop of what she’s worked me so hard for.

I let out a final groan and my balls tighten with release. I watch my shaft as it surges between her lips and she tilts upward to let me watch my seed as it coats her warm, pink tongue.

So fucking dirty.

I breathe hard and laugh, my own tongue rendered useless for the time being.

I think I love her.

Penelope slowly pulls her finger out of my ass. She slides back, carefully slipping my cock from her mouth and sitting back on her knees. Her throat bobs, swallowing every drop and I smile to show her how much of a good girl she is.

Yeah, this might definitely be love.

She licks her lips as she shifts off the bed. “I’m gonna go wash up,” she says. “Again.”

I wave a few fingers, the rest of me still very useless. “Okay,” I manage to say.

She chuckles and offers me the perfect view of her naked, heart-shaped ass as she walks into the bathroom across the suite.

I lie back to watch the stars dance along the ceiling as the showerhead turns on. Penelope goddamn Warren. Thank you so much for involving me in your fucked-up family drama. Please do it again.

A knock on the door forces me up. I stumble off the bed, pausing to throw on a white robe from the closet before answering the door.

A man stands outside in the hall with a large tray on a cart, stacked with two hot plates and a pile of warm cookies, the scent of which instantly attack my nose to tease my taste buds.

“Your food, Mr. Botsford,” he says.

I step to the side and he rolls the cart in. He professionally manages to ignore the state of things, including the disheveled bed, our clothes strung along the entryway, and the definitive scent of sex coating absolutely everything as he sets the tray down on the table by the writing desk.

I snatch up my wallet, quickly withdrawing enough cash for a decent tip.

“Thank you, sir,” he says as he accepts it.

“Have a good night,” I say, finally willing my tongue to work.

He bows and quickly finds his way out.

As soon as the door closes, I make my way toward the bathroom. The delicious food can wait. There’s a gorgeous woman in my shower and I’m feeling a little dirty myself.

I let my robe fall as I step closer to the shower doors. Steam coats the glass, obscuring most of her gentle curves as she runs a washcloth across her chest. I pull the door open and her head turns back, a smile instantly filling her face as I step in behind her.

“Hey,” she says.

Piping hot water targets my skin but I don’t care. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me, wanting to stand here in the heat with her forever.

“Hey,” I say.

She turns her head up to kiss me and I wonder if she wants to stay forever, too.