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The party was wild, as was to be expected. The invitation had specifically invited single adults only, or couples without children. So it was no surprise when they showed up to see women around the pool already topless and tipsy.
They had arrived a little later than planned because Alex had "forgotten" to book time at the spa for Claire. She wasn't able to get in until noon, so they'd had to wait on her. Luckily it had given Alex and Penelope an hour or so alone.
Penelope immediately saw her friends in the pool and waved at them, joining them after a drink and a quick bite to eat. She was surprised to see women walking around without bikini tops, but Alex had warned her about Katie Spaulding's past, so it made sense.
She spent the entire afternoon with her friends while they shared all the gossip with her, pointing out certain people and telling her their darkest secrets. They had a lot of questions about Claire, but Penelope kept her mouth shut. She would never speak poorly of anyone, and certainly wasn't about to air the news that Alex was unhappy, though her friends seemed to know it.
Alex avoided Claire as much as possible, but it also meant avoiding Penelope. He was happy to see that her friends were here so she wouldn't feel too out of place, but knew she must be dying anyway in this crowd. He was extremely happy when Penelope asked if Ben could take her home because she was tired. He told her of course, knowing things would be getting wilder once the sun set. He wished he could join her.
Once dark, the hot tub filled with naked bodies toying with each other. The pool had couples making out in the corners, and Katie had given her permission to a few to stay over and head on up to their rooms.
Claire showed up at his side with Grace Pemberton and ran her fingers down his chest. "We were thinking maybe we should stay," she said seductively, eying Grace. "You know. The three of us."
Grace put her arm around Claire's neck and batted her eyes at Alex. She was lovely. Petite, black hair and dark eyes. But his answer was easy. "I'm up early to catch a flight," he said, his apology more to Grace than to Claire. "I should probably leave now, but stay if you wish."
Grace excused herself while Claire leaned in and hissed, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I'm just not feeling it," he said with a shrug. He was, a little, and the thought of fucking Grace was intriguing. But he wasn't feeling it for her like he did for Penelope. And he certainly wasn't feeling it for Claire. "You staying or coming?"
"Fine, let's go," Claire said angrily.
They made their goodbyes, then left the party. Claire raged at him the entire ride home, but it was in one ear and out the other. He missed Penelope, even though it had only been a day, and was greatly looking forward to having her to himself again this week.
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Alex, Penelope and Jessica caught a plane at six in the morning so Alex could make it to his eight AM appointment, the first of many. Once they arrived at the hotel, their bags were brought up to their rooms by bellhops. Alex paid the guy a twenty and sent him on his way, then turned to Penelope.
"Today's the worst of it," he said.
Penelope nodded once. "I know."
He let out a long sigh, then dashed over to her and swept her into his arms, planting kisses on her lips, cheeks, and neck. "I've missed you," he said honestly, something he didn't think he'd said in his life.
"Me too," Penelope said, grasping him tightly to her. She didn't want to let him go.
"Do whatever you want today," he said once he let go. "I'm sorry I can't stay, but relax here and order room service or a massage, or head out . . . just be careful if you're out alone."
After assuring him she would, he ran out the door to meet Jessica in the lobby.
Penelope spent the day in the room, fascinated by how luxurious it was. There was a large living space that could entertain at least fifty people, with a grand piano near the windows. A terrace stretched across the span, with two bedrooms on either side of the living space. There was even a bar and a kitchenette. She ordered lunch midafternoon, which was served to her under hot metal lids like she'd seen in movies.
After a shower, she dressed in a purple sheath gown and met Jessica for the musical.
She'd never been to a real theatre before. She'd been in a few of her high school's productions, but that was about as good as it got. This was too amazing. The lobby had crystal chandeliers hanging from the decadent ceilings, and the musical itself was an amazing production. She took it in with wide eyes, unable to think of much else outside of what was happening on the stage.
When she returned to the room, Alex was waiting for her on their bed, no longer in a suit, but still in black slacks and a white shirt. She ran to him and jumped up, ignoring the fact that she was in an evening gown, and threw herself on top of him, kissing him deeply.
It was eleven, and Alex was wiped, but once he had Penelope in his arms, he could think of nothing else he wanted other than to take her, despite having a six AM wakeup call. It felt like it had been months rather than days since he'd had her.
"Okay," he chuckled, grabbing her and helping her off. "How was the show?"
"Oh, it was perfect!" she cried happily, climbing off the bed. "Everything about it. I cried at the end."
Alex rose and turned her in his arms, letting his fingers mold around her breasts. "I never want to hear of you crying."
"But it was only because I was so happy," she said, leaning back against him. "Thank you for the tickets. Jessica cried too!"
"Jessica cries?" he laughed, unable to think of his assistant like that.
"How was your day?" Penelope asked.
"Long and hard," he said, then kissed her neck. "Very much like my cock right now."
"Mmmm," Penelope moaned, pressing back further. Sure enough, she could feel him against her lower back.
Alex located her zipper and pulled it down her back, then shrugged her straps off until the dress had met the floor. He was happy to find she was in those sheers he'd bought her, minus the waspie. Kissing her neck, he unclasped the back and pulled the bra from her, then reached around her and clutched her tits, using them as handles to pull her back against him.
Penelope moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder, sinking into the feeling of his body against hers. She felt his hands slide down her stomach and meet her hips, then his fingers dip into her panties. He slid them down slowly, then reached between her legs and massaged her. She felt as though she'd collapse, as though her knees would give out and it would only be that hand holding her up. She wanted to balance on that hand for the rest of the night.
Alex spun with her until she faced the bed, then lifted her until she was able to climb onto it. He'd expected to be too tired to mess around these first few nights, expecting it would be Wednesday before they found the time. He was tired, but now that she was here, there would be no sleeping until he'd fucked her.
"Stay like that," he whispered. Her knees were bent and her elbows had her propped up, perfect for him to fuck from behind. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. They fell down his legs to his feet. He pulled his cock from his boxer briefs, leaving them on, and rubbed himself with one hand while toying with her pussy.
Penelope felt a finger dip inside of her and she let out a moan, then looked back at him over her shoulder. She could see him rubbing himself, his eyes on her ass, and she smiled. She was ready. She didn't care how he did it; hard, soft, slow, fast . . . just as long as he did. She needed him just as badly as he needed her.
