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“Beautiful,” he mutters.
Large hands with a hot, greedy touch slide behind my back to steady me. Black hair tickles my throat, and a chuckle works its way down my cleavage, making my nipples ache. Raphael’s dry joke vibrates against my collarbone,
“I’m beginning to think I overpaid.” “No refunds,” I whisper back, a smile twitching
“Take it off.” “Costs extra.” The snap as he drags his thumb out from underneath the band makes my back arch in pleasure. Jaw tight, his eyes run down the length of my throat and back up to my parted lips. “I’ll take it off.” “That costs even more.”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip to suppress a smile, familiar with the weight of his money now. “Not gonna cut it.” Another thud, this one harder, lands on my stomach. I shake my head. “Not even close—”
I open my mouth to protest, then something cold and smooth slides into it. At first, I think it’s another playing card, but when I pull it out, I realize it’s a Black Amex.
“Pin is four, eight, four, two,” he says quietly. He locks his fingers behind his head and leans back against the headrest. His gaze flashes like a warning sign. “Now, take it off.”
“Are you wet, Penelope?” Flustered, I nod. His gaze slides down to where my thong meets his slacks. “Pull your panties to the side. Leave me with something to remember this by.”
“Fuck,” he whispers in my ear as I slide my hands between his bent elbows and lock my fingers behind his headrest in order to get a better position. “You’re really going to come on me?”
But then a firm, hot hand slides under the blazer and rests on my thigh. I glance up at Raphael, but he’s focusing on the gap between the whooshing wipers, steering the car with the palm of his other hand. “Strip for another man again, and he’ll die crossing the road.”
I slept in Raphael’s car? Shit. I twist my aching head to find him sitting in the driver’s seat, replying to an email on his phone.
“You go that red over everything?” Before I can reply, he reaches out and runs a thumb down the indentation of my chin. “Relax. You fell asleep,
Her scent, smile, sass. They swirl like an incoming storm, and the door of my office can’t shelter me from
Penelope would win again, and, despite my odd obsession with her, I’d rather stab myself in the eye with a rusty penknife than let her win.
“Where were you last night? You’re usually belle of the ball.” Answering emails on my cell to the sound of Penelope snoring.
You could have all the success in the world, but the Queen of Hearts will bring you to your knees. In case Penelope is the Queen of Hearts, I probably shouldn’t have let her grind on me.
Then I lean back, close my eyes, and let Penelope’s silly ramblings soak into my skin like an ointment. If I’m sinking to the bottom, at least her voice will keep me company on the way down.
“Seems I was too busy being a creepy man and staring at a beautiful girl all night.”
Then, without a break in his stoic expression, his hand glides up the back of my thigh and comes to the hem of my skirt. He pulls downward.
No cheeks out
Jealous bf
“Look out the window, and tell me what the weather is like.”
“Penelope?” I latch on to the tranquility in Raphael’s voice like a life-line. “Don’t turn around. Just open the door and take a walk.”
He shot Kelly (maybe the guy whos looking for her)
Warmth brushes my back, and hands land on either side of mine, caging me in. “Breathe.”
Soft lips on the nape of my neck cut me off. “That’s talking, not breathing.”
“Good girl,” Raphael says gently. “Again.”
As I choke on my next breath, his hand slips off the railing and lies flat against my stomach. It’s warm and stupidly reassuring, and when he swipes his thumb up and down, caressing the same inch of fabric over and over, I breathe in and out to the same rhythm.
He moves closer, taking my body with his, until my bottom rib presses against the railing. Without a word, he scoops up all of my hair flailing about in the wind, and winds it into a bun at the base of my neck. He uses it like a joystick, gently tugging on it until my head rests against his chest.
“The gun jammed. And you know what he told me? That I didn’t know how lucky I was, that I was—” “One in a million,” Raphael murmurs
“That’s why you don’t like lightning, because getting struck is another one-in-a-million possibility.”
I’m not expecting it when his hand slides up from my stomach, over my breasts, and touches my necklace. “That’s why you think you’re so lucky.”
His eyes soften to something warmer as they search my features. I shake off a shiver for a different reason when his hand cups my jaw, and his thumb trails the curve of my cheekbone. “No crying.”
