brightening. “The sleeping cabins are so expensive. I’m fine with coach.”
“Good,” I say, still smiling. “Because I booked you a general boarding ticket as well. In case you decide you would rather not ride in my car.”
I’ve done nothing of the sort but hearing her say, “O-okay. Of course. If you would rather be alone,” in a way that makes it clear she’s no longer certain how her plan is going to pan out makes the lie worth it.
I like Penny, and I want Penny. I want her so badly that my cock is already straining the front of my dark wash jeans, making me grateful for the erection-concealing protection of my briefcase. But I’m not happy with the position she’s put me in. And I don’t care if it’s unprofessional and bastardly in a way that isn’t magnificent, I want to make her suffer through at least a few minutes of the torment I’ve endured for the past fifteen hours.
At the entrance to the sleeping car, where ten private luxury cabins have made train travel something to seriously contemplate again, a woman in an LIRR uniform, with a mass of blond hair coiled atop of her head, and wearing too much lip liner, takes our tickets.
And a few moments to check me out.
“Welcome, Mr. Prince. I’ll be your in-car concierge.” Her blue eyes track from my face to my where my white button down’s sleeves are folded up to reveal my forearms and back again. Penny, who has stopped by my elbow, she ignores. “Right this way. I’ve already got the champagne chilling in your cabin.”
“Thank you…” I drop my eyes to the nametag on her blazer, letting my gaze linger on her chest long enough to ensure that Penny will notice. “…Patrice. I’m sure you’ll help make the journey very comfortable.”
“Absolutely.” Patrice reaches out to squeeze my bicep before leading the way up the steps into the car and down a surprisingly wide hallway. “That’s what I’m here for! To make sure your journey is as smooth as possible. Each cabin is equipped with a concierge phone that comes straight to my cell so I’m always just a call away.”
Pausing before the second door to the left, she opens it with a suggestive smile. “Anything you need, anything at all, Mr. Prince, you just give me a call and I’ll be here in a jiff.”
“What might he need?” Penny asks sweetly as she shifts in front of me, demanding the other woman’s attention. “Other than the champagne that comes with the private car?”
Patrice glances down, her smile growing brittle around the edges. “Well, I deliver food from the dining car and drinks from the bar. I can also help arrange for transportation to meet you at the station or help you book excursions with our sister company that offers sunset wine tasting cruises around the island.”
“Oh, well that sounds great,” Penny says with a soft laugh and a self-conscious roll of her eyes. “For a second, I thought you might have been talking about sex. But I’ll be taking care of that.”
“Well n-no,” the concierge sputters. “Of course I wasn’t, I—”
“Of course you were, but seriously. I’m doing you a solid.” Penny’s eyes grow almost comically wide and I have to fight to hold back the laugh shoving up my throat. “He’s too much of a good thing if you know what I’m saying.” She holds her hands out, palms at least a foot apart, and mouths, Huge. Seriously. Huge.
Before our concierge’s jaw can do more than jog up and down in shock, Penny has grabbed a fistful of my shirt and shot me a hard smile over her shoulder. “Shall we darling?”
“We shall,” I say, following her into the compartment.
The second the door closes behind us, I pull her into my arms, intent on showing her there’s no such thing as too much of a good thing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Our luggage goes flying, knocking the champagne bucket to the floor, but we don’t stop to pick it up.
I’ve already got Penny’s legs wrapped around my waist, holding her fine ass in
“Good,” I say, still smiling. “Because I booked you a general boarding ticket as well. In case you decide you would rather not ride in my car.”
I’ve done nothing of the sort but hearing her say, “O-okay. Of course. If you would rather be alone,” in a way that makes it clear she’s no longer certain how her plan is going to pan out makes the lie worth it.
I like Penny, and I want Penny. I want her so badly that my cock is already straining the front of my dark wash jeans, making me grateful for the erection-concealing protection of my briefcase. But I’m not happy with the position she’s put me in. And I don’t care if it’s unprofessional and bastardly in a way that isn’t magnificent, I want to make her suffer through at least a few minutes of the torment I’ve endured for the past fifteen hours.
At the entrance to the sleeping car, where ten private luxury cabins have made train travel something to seriously contemplate again, a woman in an LIRR uniform, with a mass of blond hair coiled atop of her head, and wearing too much lip liner, takes our tickets.
And a few moments to check me out.
“Welcome, Mr. Prince. I’ll be your in-car concierge.” Her blue eyes track from my face to my where my white button down’s sleeves are folded up to reveal my forearms and back again. Penny, who has stopped by my elbow, she ignores. “Right this way. I’ve already got the champagne chilling in your cabin.”
“Thank you…” I drop my eyes to the nametag on her blazer, letting my gaze linger on her chest long enough to ensure that Penny will notice. “…Patrice. I’m sure you’ll help make the journey very comfortable.”
“Absolutely.” Patrice reaches out to squeeze my bicep before leading the way up the steps into the car and down a surprisingly wide hallway. “That’s what I’m here for! To make sure your journey is as smooth as possible. Each cabin is equipped with a concierge phone that comes straight to my cell so I’m always just a call away.”
Pausing before the second door to the left, she opens it with a suggestive smile. “Anything you need, anything at all, Mr. Prince, you just give me a call and I’ll be here in a jiff.”
“What might he need?” Penny asks sweetly as she shifts in front of me, demanding the other woman’s attention. “Other than the champagne that comes with the private car?”
Patrice glances down, her smile growing brittle around the edges. “Well, I deliver food from the dining car and drinks from the bar. I can also help arrange for transportation to meet you at the station or help you book excursions with our sister company that offers sunset wine tasting cruises around the island.”
“Oh, well that sounds great,” Penny says with a soft laugh and a self-conscious roll of her eyes. “For a second, I thought you might have been talking about sex. But I’ll be taking care of that.”
“Well n-no,” the concierge sputters. “Of course I wasn’t, I—”
“Of course you were, but seriously. I’m doing you a solid.” Penny’s eyes grow almost comically wide and I have to fight to hold back the laugh shoving up my throat. “He’s too much of a good thing if you know what I’m saying.” She holds her hands out, palms at least a foot apart, and mouths, Huge. Seriously. Huge.
Before our concierge’s jaw can do more than jog up and down in shock, Penny has grabbed a fistful of my shirt and shot me a hard smile over her shoulder. “Shall we darling?”
“We shall,” I say, following her into the compartment.
The second the door closes behind us, I pull her into my arms, intent on showing her there’s no such thing as too much of a good thing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Our luggage goes flying, knocking the champagne bucket to the floor, but we don’t stop to pick it up.
I’ve already got Penny’s legs wrapped around my waist, holding her fine ass in
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