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Penelope cringed as she got up off the couch to get more drinks in the kitchen.
“What's with you?” Eloise asked, her face scrunched up in concern.
“It's my back,” Penelope groaned, and she tried to bend backwards to unleash some of the pressure. “Danburry has us cleaning out the archives, and I've been hauling all these boxes and lifting. You know I don't work out. It's killing me.”
“I've been telling you to hit the gym with me.”
Penelope gave her a look. “That won't help me with the pain I'm dealing with right now, it's been the worst. First, I thought it was my desk at work, maybe I wasn't sitting at the right height, you know? But I can actually feel the knots move over my shoulders when I move.”
To demonstrate, Penelope rolled her shoulders and looked pained all the way through.
Eloise stared at her for a minute and then burst out laughing. “Oh my God, stop being so melodramatic. Go get a massage, it will help.”
“I can barely afford my groceries for the rest of the month. Do you think I could spare fifty quid for a massage?” Penelope scoffed. “I'd rather not die of starvation, thank you.”
Eloise hummed, because they both knew it would be a while before Penelope would actually die of starvation.
“If you were a good friend, you'd offer to give me a massage now, you know,” Penelope huffed.
Eloise raised an eyebrow. “You know I'm not good at massages. The best I could offer for you is a phone call to my brother. He actually did a whole course on massages while in Thailand, if I'm not mistaken.”
Penelope felt her face heat up.
“Who, Ben?” she asked, knowing all too well she was not talking about that brother.
“Of course not,” Eloise looked at her quizzically. “Colin, of course.”
“Oh, ha ha,” Penelope laughed, but she sounded unconvincing to her own ears.
“Perhaps you should try to loosen your muscles with a hot shower,” Eloise suggested, looking at her phone with a bored expression, clearly done with the conversation.
“Perhaps I will, yeah,” Penelope replied. And, deciding there was nothing to lose and maybe something to gain, she walked to the bathroom to follow her friend's advice.
Penelope hummed as she dried off, she had taken her time in the shower; using the strongest setting on the showerhead to alleviate the knots in her shoulders, and when that didn't work, she had decided it was a good time as any to shave her legs. The bathroom was filled with steam and she hastily opened the tiny window. It wouldn't be the first time the smoke alarm would go off due to her too-hot showers.
She heard Eloise talk behind the door. “What?” Penelope called, opening the bathroom door just a smidge, lest too much steam would escape to set off the alarm.
“I wasn't talking to you!” Eloise hollered back.
“Oh, sorry!” Penelope called. She pulled her towel around her body and slipped out of the bathroom quickly and proceeded to turn around to close the door as quickly as possible.
“Alright I'm off!” Eloise yelled.
Probably going to Phil's, Penelope presumed. “Kay, have fun!”
“You too!”
Penelope turned around to walk to her bedroom, but stopped in her tracks when she saw Colin standing in front of her.
“Colin.”
He gave her a smile. “I understand you're in need of a massage?”
Penelope tightened her towel around her body. She was blushing already. Did he not understand she was naked under this?
“Did Eloise call you?”
Colin shrugged. “She texted. And I wasn't doing anything tonight – well I was, but I can drink with Michael some other time. She said you've been moping about the pain? That's not good, Pen.”
He gave her one of his easy-going smiles. She really didn't know what to say.
“I promise, I've never had any complaints about my massages,” he said, when she remained silent.
Penelope shook her head. “What would you get out of this?”
What kind of a question was that? She silently berated herself.
“Uhm, I don't know?” Colin had the decency to blush, “I mean, Eloise did bribe me with her homemade scones and you and me both know how delicious those are.”
They were, she had to give him that.
“That seems like a fair deal, I guess,” Penelope said, for the millionth time in her life wondering how someone as good-looking as Colin was such a genuinely nice person as well.
“Unless you don't want me to?” he asked, and there was no way she would ever say ‘no’ to those eyes.
“Of course I want to,” she said, “I just didn't think Eloise would be texting you for a pity massage while I was in the shower. I thought she was joking, to be honest.”
“You never know with El,” Colin said. He held up a bottle of some sort of product. “Shall we?”
He followed her to her room, and in her head she thanked her mother for forcing her to make her bed every morning. At least, it looked somewhat presentable now. She turned to Colin.
“How does this work, should I light some candles?” she joked, because really, this was too much to take. First of all, she was still practically naked. Second, he would be touching said naked body within minutes. Third, he would be doing so on the very bed she had touched herself to the thought of him more than she cared to admit.
“It could help you relax, actually,” Colin sounded bemused. “Why don't I grab the ones from the coffee table while you settle on the bed on your stomach. You can cover yourself with that towel.”
He left her standing there, and Penelope took a deep breath. It was not a big deal. Colin was just going to give her a massage, as a favour between friends. It certainly wouldn't mean anything.
Even though he practically told her to get on her bed naked. Not a thing.
Well, here goes nothing, she thought, as she climbed on her bed and covered her naked bum with her damp towel. It reached the middle of her thighs, and really, he was only supposed to be working on her shoulders. It would be fine. She laid her head on her folded hands and waited with bated breath for Colin to return.
“So,” Colin said as he entered her room again, and Penelope watched him from her bed. It was certainly something, to watch him in her room like it was the most normal thing in the world. He was lighting the candles and putting them on her bed side table and her dresser, creating a dim glow.
“So,” she echoed.
“Comfortable?” he asked. She nodded.
“Good. I'm just going to see if I can work on the tension that Eloise mentioned. Let me just put some music on.”
He pulled out his phone and in his other hand she saw a tiny bluetooth speaker. The sultry tones of Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game started. Penelope stared at him.
“Sorry,” Colin laughed, almost embarrassed. “That's a different playlist.”
Penelope didn't dare ask which playlist that was supposed to be. He fumbled with his phone for a bit and some more relaxing, instrumental music started to play. Colin walked over to the light switch and turned down the lights.
“Now, just try to relax, okay,” Colin said and Penelope yelped when she felt his hands on her shoulders. They were warm but dry, and it didn't feel too good on her skin.
“I thought you brought some kind of oil with you?” she asked.
“Ah,” Colin laughed sheepishly. “I did, but it's uh... I grabbed the wrong bottle when I left the house.”
“What did you grab then?”
She was looking at him and he seemed to be looking anywhere but her. “It's a kind of 2-in-1 massage oil-slash-lubricant thing,” he said, showing her the bottle.
Penelope peered a little closer. She decided not to comment on the amount of oil (or lack thereof) visible through the translucent bottle. “Ylang-ylang,” she hummed appreciatively, “I love that.”
“You don't mind?” Colin asked. “I swear it works just as well as regular oil, but I thought you'd mind.”
“Why would I?” Penelope asked as neutral as possible, ignoring the fact that her mind was screaming. So what, he used his massage skills to get women into bed. He had every right to. And it wasn't as if he would try the same trick on her.
“Okay, good,” he exhaled, obviously relieved. “It will make it so much better for both of us.”
Penelope choked on her breath and Colin blushed fiery red. “Oh God, I didn't mean it like that!”
Of course he didn't.
Penelope laughed her best fake-laugh. “God, Colin, you're almost as tense as I am,” she quipped. “Now, get on with it, will you?”
He laughed a little and squirted a big dollop of oil-slash-lubricant on his palm. “As I was saying, just relax,” he had adopted a low and relaxing voice.
Penelope did her best, trying to relax as he started to rub in the oil on her shoulders, but it was hard.
The music was not loud enough to drown out the sounds of him breathing as his palms moved from her spine to her shoulders, his thumbs kneading her gently. Her breath caught in her throat when he brushed over one of the knots in her shoulder, and he pressed down lightly.
“Ah,” she groaned.
“How did this happen, Pen? You're incredibly tense,” he murmured.
Penelope could think of a reason or two why she was incredibly tense.
“We've been cleaning out the archives at work,” she whispered under her breath.
“Breathe,” Colin ordered, and she exhaled shakily.
“The archives?” he asked.
“Yes,” she mumbled. “I've been hauling around boxes filled with documents. It's been torture, really.”
“Not lifting from your knees, I presume?” he tutted, but there was a smile in his voice.
“Of course not,” Penelope huffed. “There are no men around in our office to mansplain how to move around boxes.”
Colin laughed and his fingers slipped over her spine. It felt heavenly.
“Ooohh,” Penelope sighed.
“Right there?” he asked and she could only hum affirmatively in response. His oiled hands moved from the middle of her back in firm circles over her shoulderblades, his thumbs rubbing the tendons in her neck and his palms squeezing her shoulders in soft movements.
“Let me just,” he started, and before she could ask him what he meant, she felt the bed dip next to her. He swung his leg over her hips and settled on his knees over the small of her back.
Her question died in her throat when his hands moved over her back with much more strength than before.
She could feel the heat of him as he hung over her back, his hand on both her upper arms now, squeezing and massaging them softly.
Penelope breathed out when he reminded her again.
“Really Pen, if you keep holding in your breath, the tension isn't going to leave your body,” he berated her.
“Right,” she mumbled, too stunned to speak. He was straddling her for crying out loud.
His hands on her arms felt lovely, and it was then that she realised just how much lifting she had done. Perhaps Eloise had a point, saying she should go to the gym more often.
“You're so soft,” Colin chuckled. “No wonder your muscles have been protesting, I can hardly feel them.”
“Hey!” Penelope cried out, indignantly. “I didn't ask for the body shaming, thank you very much.”
“I'm not body shaming,” Colin said and he sounded genuine. ”You just aren't muscular, there's nothing wrong with that. Muscular women aren't my thing, I'd rather massage someone with your curves.”
She didn't know what to say to that. “Thanks, I guess.”
He didn't reply, but his focus returned to the knots around her shoulder blades. It took some work but she could feel them pop as he worked on them long enough. The instant release was incredible. Penelope couldn't help but groan in appreciation.
“You have no idea how good this feels,” she mumbled. “Can I book you for next weekend as well? I can only pay you in baked goods, I’m afraid.”
Colin had settled down on her ass, as if she was some sort of cushion to be sat on, and in a way she figured she was. He had grabbed the bottle and was squeezing more product in his palm.
“My sister is already providing the baked goods,” he said, and his hands settled on her lower back. “Perhaps we'll be able to discuss some other form of payment.”
It sounded insinuating and Penelope blushed. She lay as still as possible. Colin climbed off her again and settled on his knees next to her.
“I'll just move this down a little,” Colin said softly, his hand on the towel around her waist.
“Alright,” Penelope breathed. He pulled the towel down halfway and she felt the cool air on her bum.
The music definitely wasn't loud enough to cover his sharp intake of breath.
“Rather naked, aren't we, Pen?” he asked.
She blushed and turned her head, but she was unable to see him fully. “Wasn't I supposed to be?”
Colin didn't answer. He was touching the top of her ass cheeks now, rubbing her in with the oil-slash-lubricant. She was holding her breath again, her body taut with excitement and worry that he would find out just how much she was enjoying this massage. His thumbs moved to the two dents above her ass, rubbing softly and languidly. He was rubbing her tailbone lightly and Penelope suppressed a groan.
“You should do something about your posture,” Colin mumbled, rubbing her there more firmly. “This is an indicator of a badly adjusted desk chair.”
She nodded dumbly, hardly hearing what he was saying.
He continued to knead her lower back, and all the while she could feel his eyes on her exposed backside.
“Your legs must be aching too, with the workout they've been getting?”
“Yeah,” Penelope nodded.
“Thought so,” Colin said, his voice low.
He moved off the bed, took the bottle with him and walked to the foot of her bed, where her feet dangled over the edge. She could hear the sound of the bottle squirting in his palm, and she waited for his touch. Her heart hammered in her chest.
She stiffened when his oiled hands touched the soles of her feet.
“I'm ticklish,” she explained.
“That's too bad,” Colin said, “you know what they say about foot massages, don't you?”
“In real life, or in Pulp Fiction?” she teased. Whenever they used to have movie nights growing up, Colin would always insist on watching anything by Quentin Tarantino. She was familiar with the foot massage scene between John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson, in which they claimed giving a foot massage was more intimate than performing oral sex on a woman.
She wondered why he brought it up.
“I always thought you and Eloise hated my picks for movie night,” he said, his hands on her calves now.
“Oh, we did.”
He chuckled. His touch on her legs felt more like a caress than a massage. It felt different from his touches on her back, where he had kneaded her and worked on the tenseness in her shoulders. Perhaps she wasn't so tense in her legs.
“Your legs are incredibly smooth, by the way,” Colin remarked, both his hands working on her left leg now, lifting it slightly so he could reach her shin as well.
“They usually aren't,” Penelope admitted. “I may have just shaved them.”
“You know,” he drawled. “This is where I would normally say ‘for me?’, but it was pretty clear you weren't expecting me.”
“Yeah, I wasn't,” she just said, unable to respond any other way. Why would he suggest something like this?
Penelope hummed in contentment; he had switched legs, and it felt wonderful to have him rub her calves like this. He lowered her right leg to the mattress and both his hands were on the insides of her knees now; caressing her and she had to focus on something else to keep from squirming. She was ticklish there too.
“I'm going to start on your thighs now,” he muttered lowly.
Penelope felt her heart quicken. Her thighs were awfully close to what was between her thighs.
“Okay,” she mumbled.
Colin climbed on the mattress once more, his knees on either side of her left leg. Her right leg was pushed outward, and Penelope held her breath again. She was wet, she had been for minutes now. Would he be able to tell, and if so, would he mind?
The possession of the oil-slash-lubricant suggested he was used to women getting turned on by his massages.
If he was able to notice her arousal, he didn't comment on it. His thumbs settled on her thigh, pressing down on the muscle there and moving upward in a firm stroke. Then, they settled at their starting point again to move upwards, alternating thumbs, making an upwards kneading motion.
The other fingers of his right hand moved over the inside of her thigh as his thumbs worked their magic.
“Fuck,” Penelope whined.
Colin chuckled darkly. “So tense, Pen,” he mumbled. His thumbs repeated the movement again and again, and she felt herself melt into the mattress. His hand was never close enough to actually touch her between her legs, but he had to be able to feel the heat coming from her there.
Colin climbed off her and she moaned in protest.
“Don't worry, I'm just switching legs,” Colin said, laughing a little.
Automatically, Penelope brought her legs back together.
Colin climbed back onto the bed on his knees, and he tried to wedge his knee between her legs again. “Spread your legs for me, Pen,” he grumbled.
Her heart leapt and her pussy clenched. Fuck, was this how he spoke to the women he usually massaged? No wonder there was hardly any oil left in that bottle.
Her leg shook as she obeyed his command. There had to be plenty of room for his knee now, she thought.
“Wider,” he commanded.
She gasped. Then, she moved her leg further to the side. She was spread obscenely wide now, and it was only thanks to her towel that some of her dignity was preserved.
“Good,” he said, and she bit back a moan. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?”
What was happening?
She was unbearably wet all of a sudden. She could feel the slick between her legs drip down, probably creating a wet spot underneath her.
He resumed his massaging; she knew what to expect again, his hands on her thigh moving in upward strokes. She couldn't relax. All she could think about was the uncomfortable wetness between her legs, caused by his proximity and his dominant behaviour.
Was this really the moment she would find out she was into being dominated? While getting a massage from her long-time crush?
Life really had a way of playing tricks on her.
“You're not relaxing, Pen,” Colin said softly.
“I'm trying,” she whispered. His hands had just started a new round of upwards strokes, and she wasn't imagining it: his hand was definitely getting closer to her pussy each time he reached the top.
“What is keeping you from relaxing?” he asked, as if he was asking about the weather.
“I don't know,” she lied.
“Hmmm,” Colin hummed. “I think your glutes need a little more attention. With all the lifting they've been doing, don't you?”
She knew what her glutes were.
“Yes, that's probably for the best,” she whispered.
The air felt cold against her wet pussy when he lifted the towel, supposedly so he could focus on her glutes. Her face felt heated in comparison; he had been silent ever since he removed the towel from her body. Maybe he was put off by seeing her like this.
But really. He had known she was naked. Surely, he couldn't assume his touches left her unaffected, could he?
His oiled hands moved from her thighs over the swell of her ass simultaneously, massaging her there and spreading her ass cheeks at the same time. Penelope gasped. She didn't dare think too much of the sight he must be getting right now; her ass spread for him, right above her pussy, puffy and wet with want.
He worked on her glutes for another twenty excruciating seconds; she knew, because counting silently in her head was all she could to keep from moaning out loud.
With each push of his hands against her ass, her pussy gushed more liquid, the sounds dirty and squelching.
“Do you feel the tension?” he asked, his voice barely audible above the noises he kneaded from her body.
“Yes,” she breathed out, softly, with a hint of begging he had to hear.
“Need me to work on that?”
She didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Please,” she practically sobbed, desperate with want for his strong fingers.
He didn't hesitate. She could feel his thumbs spread her open and he swore under his breath. She was embarrassingly wet, she knew this. Her sheets needed changing for sure.
A finger slipped through the slick, pushing into her without warning.
“Oh!” Penelope gasped, for some reason his boldness surprised her still, even though she had begged him to touch her. Her pussy clenched around the digit, squeezing him inside her.
“So tense, poor thing,” Colin mumbled under his breath, as he pulled out his finger and shoved two inside her instead. He pumped them slowly, a thumb brushing over her swollen clit.
Penelope was writhing and panting, her hips moving against his hand, seeking more friction, more relief, more of him.
“Ah, Colin...” she moaned, when he curled his fingers inside her. She was on the precipice already, way too soon. He would be smug about this, she was sure.
But this wasn't his first time using his massage skills to get a woman off, she thought with disdain, and after he inserted yet another finger in her aching pussy she groaned in discomfort. As quickly as he had pushed the third finger inside her, so quickly did he remove it. She wanted to moan in protest, ask for it back, wanting to please him, wanting her body to take whatever he wanted to do to it, but before she could ask, he had lowered himself between her legs.
She screamed his name when he licked her clit, his two fingers continuously thrusting into her.
It was too much already.
Her orgasm wracked through her, the waves starting where he was sucking on her, moving to her toes and back. Her whole body spasmed, shocks of pleasure moving through her, making her limbs tingle and her heart beat rapidly.
She was gasping for air, he had stopped his stimulations on her clit now, but his fingers still rubbed her; her walls throbbed around him, squeezing and pulsing.
Penelope was breathing as if she had just run a mile, her heart still beating rapidly in her chest when he finally pulled his fingers out of her, the sounds filthy as he did. She could vaguely feel him climb off her, but her mind was still too disorientated to pay attention to what was happening.
“That should take care of that tension, I think,” Colin said, and Penelope laughed incredulously.
“Yeah, I think so,” she said, disbelieving what had happened. She turned her head around to look over her shoulder. Her stomach did a flip when she saw Colin stand at the foot of her bed; he was still fully clothed, his mouth was glistening with her slick and his eyes were pitch back as he looked at her with a look she could only describe as feral.
“Thank you for the massage,” she said, and his eyes narrowed. “What do I owe you?”
She meant it as a joke, obviously. Hell, she was still buck naked in front of him, her legs spread wide and her cunt shining with wetness from her release and his spit. He didn't look amused at all, though.
“I usually charge seventy-five quid, but since you got a happy ending,” he drawled, dragging the silence out, “I'd make it an even hundred.”
Penelope scoffed. His tone was awfully serious for the joke they were sharing.
“I'm afraid I'm broke,” she said, blushing as she did. “My next pay comes in two weeks, so if you're willing to wait?”
“I'm afraid you should have thought of that before you begged me to service you, Penelope,” Colin replied stoically, raising an eyebrow at her.
She actually trembled under his gaze. Her pussy inexplicably clenched as his tone of voice; she pressed her thighs together to shield herself from his gaze.
“I don't recall saying you could close your legs, Pen,” Colin said. Penelope's mouth dropped open in shock.
He threw her a barely noticeable wink with a small smile, and then his face was a mask of indifference once again.
Penelope closed her mouth and swallowed thickly. She could play along. She would play along. Her body was thrumming with excitement already, and her horniness had returned tenfold when she saw the man she lusted after for years stare at her naked body like he did.
She spread her legs again, and jutted out her ass, showing him her dripping pussy.
“Perhaps we could figure out a different sort of payment?” she asked, in the most seductive tone she could muster.
“Perhaps we could,” he replied, his eyes trained on her wet cunt.
She looked on as he unzipped his pants; his shirt was pulled up a little and he lowered his boxers just enough to take his cock out.
Penelope moaned at the sight of him.
In all her years of picturing his cock, she had never dared to imagine him to be this girthy, this thick. Colin was smirking, and he had all the reason to.
He pulled on her feet, dragging her down so her knees rested on the edge of her bed.
“Up,” he ordered with a light slap on her bum, and she obliged without a word.
Her ass was high in the air now, her face in the mattress. Colin was touching her ass again, spreading her for him. The blunt tip of his dick brushed over her slit; he was coating himself in her wetness, and her stomach constricted with nerves. It had been a while since she had had sex, and none of her previous lovers or sex toys were quite the size of him.
“Are you always this wet, Pen?” he asked, his dick poised at her entrance.
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“No?” he sounded almost mocking.
“Just for you,” she admitted softly, “Sir.”
Colin swore, and he entered her with one quick thrust. Penelope yelped. Her body tried to adjust to his size, but he was already pulling out and thrusting back into her, working her open with each push of his hips.
She felt herself slicken around him, her walls clamping around him to hold him inside and pushing back against the intrusion at the same time. She screamed into her sheets, feeling stuffed, too full and not full enough.
“Colin...” she whined.
The sound of his hips snapping echoed around them. Her tits swung forward with each push against her. She could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against the back of her thighs. It felt naughty, wanton, to be this exposed before him while he remained almost fully-clothed.
Colin was groaning appreciatively, his fingers gripping her ass with such strength she bit her lip in pain but also in pleasure, her mind a mess of the conflicting feelings he was causing her.
“Take it,” Colin growled, his hips snapping, “you feel how hard you've made me?”
Her heart leapt. He was fucking her harder and harder – making her realise he was actually holding back before. Her pussy fluttered around him, his balls slapping against her clit in a tantalizing rhythm, but it was not quite enough.
He probably wouldn't allow her to touch herself, she thought, so she didn't. Afterwards, she would wonder how she had become this submissive so quickly.
Colin seemed to become unhinged in his thrusting, his movements becoming sloppy and deeper. Penelope squeezed him inside her with each snap of his hips, and he grumbled lowly as she did.
Suddenly, his grip on her ass intensified and he hauled her against him in a death grip. She could feel it then; him coming inside her. His dick throbbed and squirted inside her, and she revelled in it; the feeling of being owned like this.
Colin was breathing deeply, his cock still fully inside her but softening.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out of her.
Penelope stayed in her position, catching her breath as well, but awaiting further instruction. Or were they done now and was she supposed to go back to being herself?
She felt his hands on her ass, moving lower so he was bracketing her pussy. His fingers spread her open. “Push it out,” he said lowly, and Penelope squeezed her muscles meekly.
A shiver went through her when she felt his seed drip out of her used pussy, it trickled down to her sensitive clit and she suppressed a gasp.
“Good girl,” Colin said approvingly. Penelope couldn't contain her moan when his finger brushed over her clit, gathering his cum on his fingers.
He only needed to tap her shoulder once for her to understand she was supposed to sit up on her knees. She looked up at him with questioning eyes, and he stared at her, his hand moving to her lips which she opened without prompting.
He pushed his fingers past her lips, making her taste the musky tang of herself and the bitter taste of him in a sort of naughty cocktail.
She swallowed dutifully.
“Fuck me,” Colin exclaimed softly, grinning at her like an idiot. “You're so hot, Pen.”
He fell next to her on the bed with a huge smile still on his face, and he pulled on her arm so she fell down as well. She was cradled in his arms, pressed into his firm chest. The hairs there tickled her nose.
He pressed a kiss to her nape and her stomach erupted in butterflies. She looked up at him, to find his eyes sparkling back at her.
“If I had known a massage was all it would take to get you into bed, I would have offered that years ago.”
The blood drained from her cheeks. “What?”
Colin touched her chin, making her look at him. “What?” he repeated.
“Years ago?” she clarified, barely audible.
“Yeah,” he admitted, and he had the decency to look sheepish. “I figured you had gotten over me by now, but that was before you were naked and super horny in front of me.”
Penelope gaped at him. Her mind had stopped working after his initial admission.
“You can't deny how horny you were, Pen,” Colin smirked, and he winked at her.
“I'm not,” she said, when she managed to find her voice. “I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact you’ve wanted me for years?”
Colin ducked his head down in apparent embarrassment. “Got a lot of time to make up for, I guess,” he said, and then, somehow a little insecurely, “If you want to, that is.”
A slow smile formed on Penelope's face. “I'll think about it,” she whispered, smiling mischievously.
“Any way I could sway your mind?” he asked, the corners of his mouth ticking upwards.
Penelope pretended to think for a second.
“A kiss would be a good start.”
FIN