Page 126 of The Score

He groans through clenched teeth. "Not yet. Pen. God— you— No. I have a plan. We'll get there, I promise."

"When?"

"You'll see."

"And now? Should I keep doing this until I make you come in your underwear?"

"Tempting, but no." He sits up and surrounds me with his arms. "I still want you to sit on my face. Now, what you choose to do with your mouth I can leave up to your imagination."

He kisses me. I let him distract us for a second, before I pull back and scurry down his legs.

"Is that right?" I ask.

He falls back to rest on his elbows. His tattoos have never looked this good, partially covered by a worn white shirt. His dark eyes, beard, and even that scar on his lip— they give him that threatening look I used to see on him. But the past and present have blended in my mind, and my memories are rewriting themselves. Now I think of him always looking at me with this kind of desire written on his face.

It makes me feel like I've swallowed matches, and they're igniting inside. Twenty little flames, putting fire to all this incendiary material in me. It had been so dormant I didn't know it was there. Now it's all I can feel.

"Should I ask you about your fantasies?" I say, before I close my lips on him, tasting cotton.

He hisses. "This one's pretty good."

"Is that right?" I rub my lips up and down his shaft.

I smile when he curses, but I don't stop the motion.

"You know," he says, "you could keep doing that while sitting on my face."

I snap my eyes at him. "Did you know I've never sixty-nined with anyone?"

"The men you've slept with deserve to be punished," he growls.

"Is that my best friend talking?" I ask.

Without breaking eye contact, I pull his underwear down, only enough to reveal his glorious erection.

"Did you lick your lip on purpose, Penélope?"

I didn't realize that's what I did, but I believe him. I'm salivating. An absolutely appropriate response from my brain, considering I'm about to put as much of it as I can in my mouth.

It's not something I'm all that great at, but I'm going to try. Fuck, I want to try. I want him to feel as needy as I have felt of late.

"My question first." I grab his shaft in my hand. "Who's calling out for punishment? My friend…"

I pump once, then I close my lips on the tip.

"Fuck." He falls back onto the bed.

I lick him. "Or my husband?"

"Both." He sits up again and reaches with a firm hand on my neck. "I'm both. Now come up here and make a mess in my beard."

He pulls me until I'm kissing him. A new box of matches bursts into flames inside of me.

"Got it?" He adds with a severe angle to his brow.

I nod and drop back to the mattress. I get rid of my underwear and I try for my sports bra, but Leon stops me.

"We'll deal with that later." He pulls me to him.