She managed to nod.
He smiled, a simple turn of his lips that seemed to somehow light up the bloody room. “Now you look like a girl who just fucked her lover. That should make them believe our cover. I’ll meet you outside. Don’t take too long. I think we should have a dance before we leave. Explain to your siblings that we’re going on holiday in a week or so. We don’t want them to think you’re missing now, do we?”
He unlocked the door, and she was alone again.
Cover. He’d done it all to establish their cover. She’d just come apart in his arms and he’d been thinking about how best to fool her relatives.
The door opened again and Penny forced herself off the counter.
“What on earth?” Her elderly aunt frowned her way. She’d come in with three other relatives, all of them scowling in deep disapproval. “You look like a trollop, girl. Your whole generation has gone to the dogs. In my day, the washroom was for washing and other things that ladies do not talk about. It was certainly not for whatever that man was doing to you.”
Penny couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled up. She was thirty-two and finally getting lectured on how immoral she was.
It was a new day. Penelope Cash was a bad girl. Penelope Cash was Damon Knight’s girl.
Even if only for a while.
“You’ll have to forgive me, Aunt Edith.” Right there in the middle of the posh loo, she wiggled out of her very soaked knickers. “I’m not allowed to wear these.”
“Good god!”
She tossed them in the trash, collected her purse and walked out, her head held high.
Chapter Four
Damon forced himself to walk away from the washroom door when all he really wanted to do was lock the door again and get his cock inside Penelope Cash’s ridiculously tight pussy.
She’d been so fucking hot. She’d damn near singed his hands, and the way she looked when her body had tightened and she’d creamed all over his fingers had nearly unmanned him. He’d almost come in his slacks like an untried teenager.
He hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful, so open. Her whole face changed when she came. She softened up the moment he touched her, her face losing the stoic look she normally wore. She looked younger, fucking gorgeous.
He wanted to see her breasts. He hadn’t even gotten a peek yet. When he got her to The Garden, he was going to strip her down and inspect every inch of her.
“Would you mind explaining exactly who you are and what you’re doing with my sister?”
Ah, the troops were swarming. He turned and Diana Cash-Holden, aged twenty-nine, married to an accountant, mother of two girls, was bearing down on him. Diana was the middle child, well educated, but she had to have spent her school years in the shadow of her near genius-level sister. As far as he could tell from the profile he’d worked up on her, she wasn’t a bad woman, simply very busy.
In a matter of seconds, he decided just how to deal with Diana.
“I’m dating her. I’m taking care of her. She’s been lonely since your mum died.”
Diana flushed slightly, obviously feeling guilty about not spending enough time with her sister. That was exactly the reaction he’d been looking for. “Yes. She’s been working quite a lot. She hasn’t mentioned you at all. I do ring her a bit.”
“She’s private, and we work together so we had a few things to iron out before we went public.” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught George Cash striding up, obviously willing to pile on the new guy. He rapidly went through everything he knew about Penelope’s brother. He was the youngest, came out as gay during his teen years, but it seemed to have been smooth enough. He was a solicitor working for various human rights groups. It was obvious that he thought Damon might be in violation of a few.
“Where is Penny?” George asked, his eyes narrowed.
“I’m here,” she called out.
Fuck. His cock stirred again because she looked soft and pretty with her hair tousled and her dress a bit wrinkled. Her blue eyes were still wide and innocent though. He was fairly certain nothing was going to change that. He could likely fuck her a thousand times and she would still look at him with those wide, innocent eyes.
He had to protect her. She wasn’t a seasoned operative who knew what the game was. Of course if she had been, she’d likely have turned him down altogether because of his limitations.
It struck him suddenly that Penelope Cash might be his ticket back to the field in more ways than one.
George held out a hand. “Penny, come over here. Let me get you a drink and maybe we can sit down and talk.”
That was not going to happen. He had plans for the afternoon and they didn’t involve sitting around with Penelope’s siblings. He was sure Penelope would defend them and go on about how much each had going on in their lives, but they’d left her to bear the weight of her mother’s care, and he wasn’t open to excuses. They’d had their chance to shelter and protect their sister from the big bad wolf, and now the big bad wolf was going to eat her alive and make her happy while he was doing it.
He was going to get his mouth on her pussy and not leave for a very long time.
It was just part of her training. That was all it was. The fact that his cock was truly engaged was a plus in his opinion, but at the heart of it, having sex with Penelope Cash was a necessity. It would bond her to him, make her trust him so if everything went to hell, she would obey him without question.
It was time to start testing the fragile bond he’d begun to forge with his sub.
“Darling, you’re feeling better?” He opened his arm, silently requesting she come to him.
It left her with a choice—the brother she’d known for years or the man who’d held her, touched her.
She practically fell over herself to get to Damon. “I’m much better now.”
Wrapping an arm possessively around her shoulders, he looked back at her brother. He told himself the warmth he felt was all about a job well done. It had nothing to do with satisfaction that she’d chosen him. “Excellent. I was just telling your brother about how we met.”
She flushed sweetly. “He was my boss. It’s why I didn’t talk about it. He took a transfer so now we can openly date. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him. Damon. His name is Damon.”
Damon held a hand out. “Damon Knight. It’s nice to meet you.”