Queen in Lingerie Read Online Penelope Sky (Lingerie #4)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lingerie Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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It’d been three months, so I’d assumed he would have thrown everything out.

“You kept everything.”

“Of course.” He slid his jacket off his arms and threw it over of the back of the chair. He removed his tie next and draped it across his jacket. The pieces of his outfit fell away one by one, until he was stripped down to just his black boxers.

He wasn’t as thick as he used to be. The muscles in his arms weren’t as well defined, and the sculpted grooves along his stomach weren’t so deep. He hadn’t put on weight, just lost muscle. Spending his time not eating and not exercising had changed his appearance.

The opposite had happened to me, because I was forced to.

“You want me to have Dante bring us dinner?”

My internal clock was off. It was evening here, but my mind was still in daylight mode. I slept a lot on the plane, so I wasn’t necessarily tired. But I wasn’t hungry either. “No, I’m okay.” I stripped off my clothes until I was just in my panties. And like no time had passed at all, I opened his drawer and searched for a clean shirt to wear. I stared at the pile of choices and smiled, realizing how some things never changed. I picked a white one and pulled it over my body, surrounded by the soft cotton that naturally smelled like him.

“Anything you want to do in particular? I would take you to see the horses, but it’s dark and cold.”

I pulled back the covers and got into my bed, the bed I was used to sleeping in. I lay back and felt the mattress and the sheets. It felt exactly the same as I remembered, so perfectly comfortable. Lying there felt like a dream. I’d imagined myself there so many times, my hand between my legs as I pictured him thrusting inside me. “I just want to lie here…I missed this bed.”

He got into bed beside me. He turned on his side and stared at me, his hard features soft as he looked at me. He’d shaved his beard yesterday, so now the beautiful skin of his chin was visible. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, and he stared at me just the way he used to.

Like he’d found peace.

“This bed is only comfortable when you’re in it. Trust me…”

I turned and cuddled into his side. I pressed my face close to his, his cologne wrapping around me. I was assaulted by the smell of his body soap and his cologne. He smelled exactly the way I remembered.

New York seemed like a distant memory now.

“What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” I whispered.

“I have no plans.”

“Based on what you told me, you need to get back to work.”

His eyes combed over my features, taking me in with his intense gaze. “I don’t care about that right now. All I care about is you.” He hooked my leg over his hip and kissed me, bringing me against his hard-on in his boxers.

Just as we used to do every night before bed, our hands were all over each other. Our mouths moved together passionately, and we tugged on each other to get closer. He gently ground against me, his cock rubbing against my throbbing clit.

His hand fisted my hair as he rolled on top of me, kissing me like he never had before. It was slow but more intense. He felt my lips like he was discovering them for the first time. His embraces were gentle, but when he fisted the back of my thong and dragged it down my legs, he wasn’t gentle at all.

I wasn’t even sure why I’d worn it to bed since he was going to rip it off anyway.

He pushed his boxers past his ass and then situated himself on top of me. With one quick thrust, he pushed himself inside me, sliding through my wetness until he was balls deep. His lips paused against mine as he breathed through the pleasure, his dick soaking wet from my arousal.

I locked my ankles around his waist, securing him to me so he couldn’t slip away ever again.

He kept his cock buried inside me as he looked me in the eye. “We’re going to see how much come you can take tonight.”

“Good.” My nails dragged down his back. “I’ve always wanted to know.”

When I woke up the next morning, Conway was gone.

I opened the nightstand, looking for my phone Conway had replaced for me, and that’s when I saw the magazines and the bottle of lotion. The pages that were dog-eared had images of me, photos that Andrew captured of me.

There were several.

I guess he wasn’t kidding.

When he told me he hadn’t been with anyone else, I believed him. But seeing the evidence right in front of me was both touching and arousing. Instead of picking up another beautiful woman, he chose to pretend I was still there.


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