But instead of worry, a gleam comes into Patrick’s eyes.
“I’m not worried,” he says casually. “I never was.”
“Good,” I say in a firm tone. “Then if you’ll just let me out of this supply closet, then I’ll march out of here. We can pretend like we never met.”
But he doesn’t budge whatsoever. Instead, that tall form looms before me, casting me in shadow. Curiously, however, I don’t feel cool. Instead, I feel hot, like he’s emanating heat waves that make me burn up inside.
“Well, now I wouldn’t go so fast,” he drawls in a low, honeyed tone. “I happen to like the way we met. It doesn’t happen every day, that’s for certain.”
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I stare at the broad wall of his chest, willing it to move aside.
“Great,” I mutter. “Like I said, if you’ll just step aside, then I’ll exit. Wait here five minutes, and then make your exit as well. Then we can go back to our lives and pretend we don’t know each other.”
But the handsome man merely grins at me again from his great height.
“Who said you were going anywhere, Penny? For a girl like you, I have plans, and I think you’re going to like them.”
At that, I gasp and stare up into those eyes. They’re so dark that they’ve become infinity pools and I begin to grow heady and dizzy from his nearness. But before I can fall, Patrick swoops down and claims my mouth with his, making my pulse skyrocket even as my arms loop on their own around his neck.
5
Patrick
I’ll be damned if I let this gorgeous girl get away. After all, it’s not often that I meet someone as inviting as Penny Lockwood. She’s a fiery female and tempting vixen mixed into one, with a dose of sass and feistiness exactly the way I like it. Plus, she’s hands-down the most luscious woman I’ve ever seen. Generous breasts tantalize me from beneath that filmy blouse, and her skirt can’t hide the long length of her legs nor the sassy swing of those wide hips.
As a result, before Penny can escape I sweep her into my arms and seize that beautiful pink pout in a hungry kiss. She’s sugar and spice all at once, tasting of warm cinnamon and something sultry and sexy as well. She moans beneath my mouth, her enormous breasts smashed flat against the hard wall of my chest.
“Oh Patrick,” is her sigh. “Mmm.”
“I know,” I growl against her plush lips. “This is a lot more fun than talking, isn’t it?”
After all, I’m sick of talking. I couldn’t stand to be in that closet for another minute without sweeping this woman off her feet. As I angle her head better, slipping my tongue between her lips, she lets out another delighted gasp.
“Mmm!” she giggles, biting playfully on my tongue.
How sassy. In a flash, I’ve got her blouse unbuttoned, revealing her generous tits and soft, pale tummy.
“You’re gorgeous,” I rasp, eyeing her up and down. “How about I help you use that toy you’ve got in your purse, sweetheart? We’ll have a lot of fun together. Even better, how about if I give you the real thing, instead of torturing you with the toy?”
Her eyes go wide and she inhales sharply.
“Patrick, we can’t!” she protests. “We’re in a supply closet, of all places, and your employees are right outside. In fact, my dad is right outside!”
But I don’t care.
“This is as good of a place as any,” I growl while unzipping her skirt and sliding the fabric down her hips. “We have about ten square feet to enjoy each other, and honey, that’s all I need to taste your curves. Now lie down and show Daddy what he’s getting for Valentine’s.”
Penny is as still as a doe for one moment. She stares at me while dressed only in a tiny pink lingerie set hugging her curves. But then, obediently, Penny gets down on the floor and lays back before cupping her breasts to offer them to me.
“Yes, Daddy,” she purrs. “I’m here to do as you like. Sate yourself on my curves.”
With that, my clothes are off in a flash. If anything, I tear the sleeve of my dress shirt in my haste to be in this woman, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve got an extra shirt in my office, and nothing can keep me from her curves any longer. Within two seconds, I’m crouched between her parted legs, lapping lightly at the damp spot on her panties.
“You taste so good,” I rasp. “You’re so wet already.”
She moans again, twisting a bit under my tongue.
“Taste me right where it counts,” she pleads breathily before slipping a finger into the crotch of her panties and lifting them to the side so that her swollen pink slit is revealed. “Right here, Daddy.”
I know what she wants. In a moment, I’ve got my mouth on her clit, suckling hard. She screams and bucks, her giant breasts popping out of the cups of her bra. Then her sweet slit gushes, and heavenly female nectar spills out onto my tongue. I lap it all up, enjoying her sweet flavor.