His hips jerked forward as I sucked him off.

I did what I’d been dreaming off since he made me get on my knees in my office then told me my two minutes were up.

It wasn’t a competition to show him how well I’d learned my lesson, but if I could make him come undone in two minutes like this, I would gloat for life.

His eyes shadowed to coal black. “Fuck.” He shuddered as I sucked him again, his throat working as he swallowed. “Answer me one question.”

I flicked my tongue over his crown, nodding permission.

He swallowed again, croaking, “Are you wet?”

Was I wet? I was drenched. I was so turned on; I could come with the slightest whisper over my clit.

I nodded.

My tongue licked him, adored him, and that was the breaking point for Penn.

One second, I was in control on my knees. I had him by the balls—literally. The next, I was tossed over his shoulder with his hand spanking my ass and the floor moving fast beneath my eyes.

“You’ll pay for that, Elle.” Swatting me again, he stalked into his bedroom.

From my vantage point, I noticed the black bag still holding the dildo samples sitting on his dresser along with a freshly made bed full of white sheets and pillows.

Pristine, virginal, until he threw me onto the mattress and cupped my jaw in his hands. I sat on the edge while Penn slammed to his knees. The reversal of our roles sent my heart spinning wild like an out of control ballerina.

His dark, delicious eyes speared mine. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. I want you so damn much it interferes with my head, my heart, my very fucking existence. Yet you fight for me, you bribe my enemies for me, you deliver my freedom, and then you get on your knees and pleasure me so fucking selflessly?”

He shook his head, anger dragging his brow over his eyes. “No. You deserve to be worshipped, Elle. You deserve pleasure and protection and everything your heart deserves.”

His features flickered with nervousness. “I hope to God you want me as much as I want you. My shitty life has taught me that the things I want the most are the first to be taken away. I can’t let that happen with you.”

He kissed my lips, inhaling hard, his fingers shaking. “I’ve done things I wish I could undo. I’m not proud of who I’ve been, but, Elle, fuck, if you can stand by me in prison, if you can stand with me in court, then I will stand by you for the rest of your life.”

I swayed forward, slinging my arms over his shoulders and grabbing a fistful of his hair. His obvious need to show me how he felt, his insatiable desire tainting the room—it all matched the depth of emotion I held for him.

It was endless. It was new. It was our future.

“Kiss me.”

He froze as if to argue. But then his mouth smashed against mine. His teeth caught my bottom lip, his tongue plunging as if to bypass any more conversation and make me drink his vows.

I crab-walked backward on my elbows until I had enough mattress to lie down. Penn followed, stalking over me on his hands and knees, his mouth never ceasing in its dominance of mine.

His fingers traced my bra, then my naked belly, before teasing the topline of my panties.

His palm crept between my legs, grabbing me firm. “I’m going to fuck you for days, Elle. We’re not leaving this bed until we’re boneless and on death’s door from orgasms.”

I moaned as he ripped my panties down my legs then unhooked the garter belts to unroll my pantyhose.

I arched my back for him to undo my bra, and when I lay naked, same as him, his fingers found me again.

This time, there was no lace, no boundary.

Grinding his erection onto my hip, he sank a finger unapologetically deep.

My mouth popped wide. My body bucked in his control.

“Let go, Elle. Forget about rules and society. Ignore what civilization says we should be and how we should act.” A second finger joined the first, filling me, stretching me as his cock throbbed hot and hard against my hip. “Let go and let me see you. Cry for me. Scream for me.” His voice slipped into volcanic ash. “Beg for me.”

My body rose to meet his thumb as he pressed my clit. “Penn...”

“Penn what?” he growled in my ear, his fingers fucking me, punishing me with pleasure.

My body surged to meet then bowed away. He pressed harder on the tiny bundle of nerves, making my eyes water, and a climax twist into a ravaging storm.

“I’m—I’m—”

I was so close to coming already. The sparkling transformation of my womb and spine warned me that it would happen.

I couldn’t stop it.

Because that was what Penn did to me. The magic he held over me—the same magic he’d had from the start.

“You’re?” He nipped my throat, his fingers driving faster. “Finish your sentence. Tell me.” His thumb gave me no escape. I gave up trying to move away from pleasure and threw myself head first into it.

“I’m coming.” I thought it would come out as a whisper.

It came out as a scream as I did exactly what he’d told me to do and let loose.

My body took control with the speed and power of a runaway train. The orgasm grabbed me, squeezed me, obliterated me.

Clenches and waves, I milked Penn’s fingers until I moaned unintelligently.

He kissed me deep, soft, languid as I came down from the most piercing high.

“I knew you could come fast.” His lips caressed my cheek, moving to my jaw. “That first night when you said yes—in the alley before I gave you back to David to take you home. Remember?”