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    What was I doing? This was insanity.
    “Oh God, Theo.”
    My name tripped from her lips and I angled closer to whisper in her ear. “Are you wet, Penny? I bet if I ran my fingers along your pussy, you’d be soaked.” She gasped at my words. “Would you like it if I pressed on your clit and pumped my fingers so deep in-fucking-side you? I bet you’ve never come as hard as I can make you.”
    “No,” she said as she rocked her hips against me, grazing her teeth along her bottom lip.
    “I bet if I finger fucked you, your pussy’s so tight. So sweet, dripping down my hand.” Her head fell back against the wall and she let out a breathy moan. A low growl rumbled from me feeling her sweet cunt grind against my dick. Oh God, I was so fucking hard.
    “And then after you come on my hand, I’d smear it all over your tits and suck it off. You want me to, don’t you? Tell me how bad you want me to suck your wet nipples into my mouth and bite down, making you scream my name,” I demanded, my heart racing.
    “Please, stop,” she begged, rocking herself against me. Her words said one thing, but the hunger in her eyes told me she wanted this as badly as I did.
    “Penny, you fucking tease me. I bet you smell so good and I bet you taste even better.” Drunk from the want pouring through my veins, I needed to bury my thick cock in her, balls deep.
    “Do you want your little pussy to come all over me? My fingers. My face. My fucking cock.” I braced both hands against the wall beside her, boxing her in. My lips brushed hers lightly as I spoke, “Do you like it when I tease you, Penny?”
    “Oh God yes, I mean no,” she whimpered, her fingers twisting through my hair.
    “You need to stop. I can’t handle it,” I whispered. She needed to learn she couldn’t tease me anymore.
    “I’m sorry,” she murmured.
    She groaned as her body arched into me. It was too intense, my senses overloaded as I made the mistake of gazing at her face. Her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed from arousal, and the god damn freckles along the bridge of her nose were too much. I stepped back and her eyes flew open. Her chest rose and fell as she stared back at me. What the fuck happened?
    I lowered my forehead to rest along hers, whispering, “Penny, I’ve never been a good guy, and I can’t handle what you do to me.”
    “I have a boyfriend,” she cut me off.
    My heart beat through my disbelieving ears. Disappointment washed over me, drowning me. I couldn’t believe the words she spoke which stabbed me with their jagged meaning.
    “Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut, punching my fist at the wall.
    Shaking my head, I walked away from her, beelining straight for the exit.
    Run , was the only thing on my mind as I raced to my car.
    Run from this girl and her beautiful eyes and her cute fucking freckles.
    Once seated inside I took a heavy breath.
    I slammed my hand on the steering wheel.
    Fuck, I wasn’t expecting any of that.
     
    ***
     
    I needed to eighty-six Penny once and for all.
    I almost went too far, I was ready to take her right then and there, fuck her up against the wall in Mekka, a few nights before, until she mentioned a boyfriend and shell-shocked my entire system. Which lucky for me she stopped things, because wanting her should be the furthest thing from my mind.
    Now, Operation Get Rid of Penny’s Ass was my only mission.
     
    By the time Friday rolled around, I called Blair to tell her I was on my way over. She lived not too far from South Beach in a quiet neighborhood.
    I climbed the brick steps leading up to her front porch and stopped, steeling myself, before I could knock. Blair was a touchy subject for me, and the thought of seeing her never got any easier. She’d been beautiful to me a lifetime ago, but now when I looked at her I only saw lies and deceit. After knocking on the bright red door, I thrust both hands into the pockets of my jeans and rocked on my heels as I waited.
    “Hey, right on time,”

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