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“Y-you.” I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is watch as she reaches for the hem of her skirt, her fingers gliding up her smooth thighs to hook into the waistband of her panties. She’s wearing red silk—fuck, I love her in red—and as she slides them down her legs, I’m struck dumb by the sight of her bare cunt, glistening with arousal, so pink and tempting I want to drop to my knees and bury my face in her right fucking now.

Before I can move, her skirt is pulled back down, and with her panties in one hand, she steps closer. Her lips brush against the pulse point of my neck as she says, “These are my favorite panties, Chef.” Her voice drips with sin. “Paint them with your cum.”

Ohfuck.She wraps the silk around my cock, her grip tight and perfect, and I let out a ragged sound. The fabric is smooth, almosttoosmooth, but I’m so fucking sensitive that even that feels like heaven. Her hand starts moving, sliding up and down my shaft with a rhythm that leaves me aching for more. The silk clings to my skin, trapping every drop that leaks from me, and the sensation is maddening.

“Charlotte,” I beg, reaching forward and squeezing her hip.

She tightens her grip, her other hand roaming across my chest, her nails digging into my flesh just enough to make me hiss.

I can’t believe how good this feels—how dirty, how wrong, how perfect.

Her free hand slides lower, cupping my balls gently as the strokes of her other hand turn rapid and sharp. She rolls them in her palm, her touch electrifying.

Fuck. It’s the first time she’strulytouched me, and it’s so little, but I gasp for air as my hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that exquisite pressure.

“You’re so heavy,” she murmurs, her fingers exploring, caressing.

More.

More. Now.

She traces the seam with her fingertips, sending shivers up my spine. “So full. You’ve been saving this load for me, haven’t you?”

More, more, more.

I can only grunt in response, my ability to form coherent words long gone. She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates through me. Her fingers dance across my sac, alternating between light touches and firm squeezes that make my toes curl.

“That’s it,” she praises, her lips brushing against my ear as she speeds up her movements, twisting her hand around the head of my cock until I see stars. “I’ll remember how hard you came into my panties every time I wear them.”

Fuck. Her words send me spiraling, pressure building low in my stomach and my hips snapping forward as I chase my release.

Once her teeth graze the side of my neck, I’m done for. With a guttural groan, I come hard, thick ropes of cum erupting from my cock and soaking into the red silk still wrapped around me. It’s messy, it’s filthy, and it’s the best handjob I’ve ever had.

She doesn’t stop until I’ve emptied myself completely, her hand squeezing every last drop from me until I’m trembling and spent. Then, with a wicked smile, she pulls the pantiesaway from my cock, holding them up to the light like a trophy. They’re drenched, the silk clinging to itself in sticky strands, so obscenely hot that my dick twitches weakly, as if it can’t fucking believe what just happened either.

She leans in again, her lips brushing against mine for the first time. “Good boy,” she says. “Wash them and return them tomorrow.”

I’m still catching my breath when she shoves the panties in my hand and walks out the door. Dizzy and flustered, I drop them on my nightstand and follow her out as I adjust my pants.

This must mean something, right? If she’s jealous about another woman asking me out—so jealous she came here to give me the best handjob of my life—then she must feel some type of way about me.

I follow her, fully planning to ask her what this means, and more importantly, if she’s really going to take an Uber with no underwear on, but she’s out the front door before I take the last step down the stairs. I turn around, only to find myself face-to-face with a horrified Penny.

Holy shit.

I’m certain my face is that of a man who just got jerked off. Flushed and in fucking heaven.

“Wow. She’s . . . beautiful.”

I clear my voice, so embarrassed that it feels like my skin is melting off my skull. “Th-thanks.” I close the door, then point my thumb at it. “As I was saying, I’m...seeing someone.”

“No kidding.”

I watch her frown as she turns around and walks to the kitchen.

That’soneway to make it official.

CHAPTER 22

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