Page 11 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11

Wednesday

Penny opened the front door of her house and flicked on the lights.

I closed the door behind us and looked around.

Penny twisted her hands nervously in front of her.

She looked like she did when she was about to give a speech in my class.

But I had no idea why she was nervous. No, I didn’t grow up in a house like this.

But I knew what a normal colonial house in the suburbs looked like.

From pictures, that is. I’d never been in one before.

But it was classically homey. The exact opposite of my home growing up in every way. And I meant that as a compliment.

An orange cat came running into the foyer meowing.

Penny laughed and picked the furball up in her arms.

"This is Teddy," she said.

"I didn't realize you were a…cat person." The cat’s fur and Penny’s hair were almost an identical color. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking at right now.

Had she picked the cat because it had the same hair color as her?

Or had her parents gotten it because they missed her or something?

Or was it just a really weird coincidence?

"I wouldn't classify myself as a cat person."

So maybe it was just a coincidence that she matched the cat. Good. I was not a pet person.

Penny held it out to me.

What was she expecting me to do? Pet it? Hold it?

She held Teddy out further.

"Oh, um, okay." I grabbed Teddy and held him out in front of me. Was I doing this right? I was pretty sure I was about to squish him. Teddy began to squirm in my hands. "Oh God." I tossed the little orange beast onto the floor, and he immediately darted out of the room.

Penny started laughing. "So, I'm guessing you aren't an animal person?"

"Was it that obvious? I just never had a pet growing up. Now cats and dogs just kind of freak me out."

She laughed again and grabbed my hand. "Well, I just have the one cat. So you don't need to worry about running into any more. And I'm pretty sure Teddy is going to stay away from you the rest of the afternoon."

"I hope that's not a bad omen." I wanted her parents to like me more than Teddy did.

"Don't be ridiculous.” But she didn’t look like she believed what she was saying.

Yeah, me neither.

“Okay, well, this is the dining room,” she said, changing the subject. She walked through the archway into the dining room. It was simple, just a table and chairs and some pictures on the walls. Ohhhh, pictures. Now that was something I was excited to see.

I walked over to the wall and looked at a picture of a very young Penny hugging a tree with bright red leaves. What on earth was she doing hugging a tree trunk? She had the biggest smile on her face though. And her smile made me smile. "You're so adorable."

Penny laughed. "I'm really glad there aren't any pictures of my awkward stage in here. I begged my mom to stop putting them all over the house. Maybe she finally listened." She glanced over at the China cabinet and then snapped her head back toward me. She looked absolutely horrified.

Bingo. I walked over to the China cabinet to see what had her so flustered.

"Don't you want to see the kitchen?" she asked.

I leaned down and stared at a picture of Penny smiling with braces. Okay, yeah, that was not the best picture. I wondered what made her choose to smile so hard in it. So hard that the tendons in her neck were showing. Maybe she was trying to make people not notice her braces? I stifled a laugh.

Penny groaned.

I looked over at her and smiled. "Super adorable. I have no idea why you've never had a boyfriend before."

"Oh shut up." She grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the dining room.

"Seriously, Penny." I pushed her back against the doorframe between the kitchen and dining room. "You're beautiful." And sexy. Who cared about one bad school portrait? But I did love how flushed her cheeks were over the whole ordeal of me seeing it.

"Not in that picture."

I placed a soft kiss against her lips. "Well you should have seen me in junior high."

"You were probably always sexy."

I laughed. "I'm sure Rob will love showing you picture evidence of how that is so not true." I was a little lanky before I started working out in high school. But no, I didn’t have any pictures like I’d just witnessed of Penny. I don’t think I’d ever smiled quite as hard as she had in that photo.

The thought made me frown. That wasn’t true.

I used to smile all the time with my friends.

Before senior year of high school, anyway.

I tried to push the thought away. But it just stuck there. And I couldn’t help it.

I thought about the girl who’d first told me that the people were nicer in Delaware.

Had she lived in a house like this before she moved to New York?

I didn’t think so. She wasn’t as well off as Penny’s family.

Her house was probably smaller. Even homier.

I pressed my lips together. I wondered if she’d still be alive if she’d gotten to stay in Delaware, far away from me and my friends.

"I'm excited to meet him,” Penny said, pulling me back into the present.

I took a deep breath. I needed to stop thinking about what ifs. I was allowed to be happy now. I was allowed to move on. So why was there a lump in my throat?

"It'll be fun having him around,” I said as I stared down at Penny. And I knew why there was a lump in my throat. I’d been so worried about ruining her life. What if I already had? What if her parents wouldn’t forgive her? What if she moved to New York with me and…I lost her.

Breathe. I released Penny from my embrace and walked into the kitchen. Breathe. I exhaled slowly, this time pushing my plaguing thoughts away better. I looked around the kitchen. "I like your house. It's...warm." I smiled at her.

"Warm. I like that." She led me into the family room.

This room was carpeted and looked even homier than the rest of the house. I could tell Penny spent a lot of time with her family in this room. And best of all, there were two exits in here just in case I needed to flee lunch. "Garage and back door. Noted."

"James, you're not going to have to make an escape. It's not like you're my super old professor. You're not even that much older than me. Plus you aren't even my professor anymore. It could be so much worse. And I think they just want me to be happy. You make me so happy."

"Hmm." I tried my best to give her an encouraging smile. But I still heard that voice in the back of my head. You ruined her.

"Come on, we haven't finished the tour." She showed me the living room, the office, and a bathroom. "And that's the basement," she said, pointing to a door. "And the laundry room." She pointed to a different door. "And that's it."

That definitely wasn’t it. I wanted to see her bedroom. I looked over at the stairs. "Well, what's up there?"

"My parents’ room, two guest rooms, and two more bathrooms. Oh, and my room."

"I think I'd like to see that."

"You want to see my room? I'm not allowed to bring boys upstairs." She gave me a very innocent smile.

"Is that so? Maybe I can convince you to bend the rules just this once?" I raised my left eyebrow.

"How much time do we have before they come home?"

I glanced at my watch. "Half an hour."

"Okay. But really quick. I do not want our discussion to start out that way. Absolutely no funny business."

I lifted my hands to either side, acknowledging that I’d behave. Maybe.

She bit her lip and turned toward the stairs. She made her hips sway more than usual as she walked up the stairs.

It was like she was hoping I'd abandon my resolve. Penny had never had a boyfriend. Which meant she’d never had a boy in her room before.

How many times had she imagined it? Had she wanted someone sneak in her window and climb into her bed?

Had she ever spread her legs beneath her covers at night, touching herself where she’d dreamed her boyfriend would?

I could feel myself growing hard.

But that ended as soon as I almost tripped over clothes strewn all over her bedroom floor.

“You're kind of a slob." I laughed and stepped over more clothes. It was a good thing I had Ellen, because I wasn’t sure I could handle a mess like this in my bedroom.

I smiled to myself. I really loved the idea of sharing a bedroom with Penny permanently.

"I'm a lot better when I have a roommate,” she said. “A lot of it was from when I was packing. It's hard to know what to bring to school when you only have so much space." She picked up some of the clothes and put them into a hamper in the corner.

I walked over to her bookshelf and looked at the titles. "Jane Eyre? Are you a fan of all the classic romances?"

She laughed. "No, actually. I read it for my senior thesis. Jane and Mr. Rochester drove me crazy. Clearly they should have been together the whole time. It made me so mad." She tossed some more clothes into her hamper.

I smiled at her. She did see the irony in her words, right?

She had told me she wanted to wait to be with me until she graduated.

But she’d caved a lot quicker than the characters from Jane Eyre.

I took another deep breath. I was so happy to be right here right now with her. “I couldn't agree more."

"Honestly, I think I'm done reading classics as soon as I'm done with school. I prefer reading books like Harry Potter."

"I prefer books like Harry Potter too." I shoved my hands in my pockets. I’d read those books so many times. I’d wanted nothing more in the world than for someone to appear and whisk me away far far away from my parents.

"Really? You've read Harry Potter?"

"Why is that so surprising? I'm pretty sure that Harry Potter was actually my generation's thing, not yours. And who doesn't love the concept of magic? Besides, there was this cute little red headed girl in it that I loved reading about." I smiled at her.

"I was Ginny Weasley for Halloween last year."

Damn, I wish I could have seen that . The pictures were probably as cute as the one of her hugging a tree. "Quite the leap from Ginny to sexy Poison Ivy."

"Yeah, well I started dating this sophisticated, older gentleman. I was trying to impress him."

"You don't need to change for me. I love you just the way you are." I looked over at her bed that was completely covered in stuffed animals. "Stuffed animals and all. Geez, that's a lot of stuffed animals."

She laughed. "Yeah, well, I didn't have my boyfriend's sweater to snuggle up to at night. Or the man himself."

So she’d snuggled with stuffed animals? I smiled and walked over to her bed. I sat down on the edge so that I wouldn’t disturb the assortment and stared around her room some more. "The Beatles?" I asked, and nodded my head toward a poster on her wall.

"I'm an old soul."

"You're full of surprises, Penny Taylor."

"I hope that's a good thing."

I smiled. "What is the wildest fantasy you had in this room?"

"Honestly, nothing that risqué. I just had tons of dreams about getting my first kiss."

"Was your actual first kiss everything you dreamed it would be?"

"No. The first kiss we had was much more like my dreams." She closed the distance between us, stopping right in front of me.

I lightly brushed my fingertips against her thigh. "And why is that?"

"It was sexy and romantic." Her cheeks flushed.

She was right. That kiss was what dreams were made of. Sinful dreams anyway. God, I’d thought I’d have one taste of her and it would be enough. I should have known better. One taste was never enough.

"Until you told me I had to stop thinking about you, of course."

I was such a fool. I grabbed her hand and she laughed as I pulled her on top of me. She straddled me on the bed and smiled down at me.

I put my hands on her waist. I loved this part of her.

The tiny dip right above her perfect ass.

"It's good that all you dreamed about was kissing.

Because I want to make all your fantasies come true.

And if it was something else, I'd be obliged to comply.

Even though your parents are going to be home any minute. "

I didn’t think her childhood bedroom would have turned me on so much. But there was something about taking her on this bed that had me growing hard. She’d been waiting for me and only me. And I could give her every single thing she ever wanted.

She ran her hand along the scruff on my jaw line. "James, I'm so nervous."

"I know. I'm nervous too."

"What if they freak out?"

"We'll figure it out together."

She glanced at the window. "We should probably go downstairs."

"We probably should." But instead of getting up to go downstairs, I leaned forward and kissed her. What we needed was a distraction. And it was easy to get lost in her kiss. Just as easy as it was to imagine her dreaming of a first kiss in this bed.

But I believed she did more than dream about a kiss.

She was just too shy to tell me. Did she have any idea when her fingers had been buried in her pussy back then that my tongue would feel a million times better?

I could so easily picture her writhing in her bed with her legs wrapped around my head, begging me for more.

She’d whimper, trying not to be caught. But I knew exactly how to make her scream my name.

She smiled and pulled back. “You’re good at distracting me.”

I ran the tip of my nose down the length of hers. I could distract her a lot more with my cock down her throat…

It was like she knew what I was thinking because she sighed and climbed off my lap. “Okay, let’s go downstairs.” She smoothed her shirt down.

“Penny, it’s going to be okay.” I waited a moment before standing up so that she couldn’t see the tent in my pants.

“How can you be so sure?”

“As long as I have you, everything will be okay.”

She looked like she was going to throw up.

But I knew she felt the same way I did. She was just nervous. And fuck, so was I. I’d much rather stay up here and drench her pretty little face in my cum.

Stop. I took a deep breath. I needed to calm down. I was about to re-meet her parents, for fuck’s sake.

She grabbed my hand and led me out of her room and down the stairs. I looked down at the front of my pants. My dick was trying to break through the zipper. Hopefully that would go away before her parents got back.