Chapter 803 - Penelope (2)

When Harriet landed on the soft mattress, she was completely naked.

Benjamin's tongue teased her wet folds and it felt many times better than with his fingers. Within minutes, she found herself shuddering and gripping his hair while waves of ecstasy crashed on her.

Her teeth sank into his shoulder and he kissed and sucked her earlobe while he made his way inside her slowly. Both of them let unintelligible sounds when he got all the way in.

Benjamin was pleasantly surprised how tight she is, and he enjoyed that she was not successful in suppressing her cries mixed with soft moans which were getting louder as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

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Harriet is in the bed, slowly coming down from her high.

She is happy that hotel provides condoms because neither of them had any.

Harriet can hear that Benjamin is still in the shower. She is thinking: what next? It was amazing. She never thought that a man can make her feel this way, and she would like to repeat it again, but… How will that work? Can she be in a relationship with him? Her parents would never accept that. Benjamin has no background or assets that her parents will find acceptable for a young heiress like herself. They would rather lock her in the darkest dungeon than let her be with a man like Benjamin. So… now what? She exhaled. The only thing she can do is leave… he does not even know her name. He knows her phone number, because she used it to contact him, but it's easy to get a new one… and they will never see each other again.

Harriet was putting her dress on when he got out of the shower. She cursed internally for not being faster… now she needs to explain herself. With her peripheral vision she can see that he only has a towel around his waist.

"Penelope, are you leaving already?"

She nodded faintly without turning to look at him.

"Is it for work?", he continued probing.

Harriet paused. He thinks that she works in that strip club! Well… considering that she plans to ghost him, that can work just fine.

"Yes.", she confirmed. "Can you help me with the zipper?" She moved her hair out of the way while turning her back toward him.

He pulled the zipper up and his arms wrapped around her waist while his lips landed on her neck, making a trail of small kisses.

"I would like to see you again.", he murmured between kisses.

Harriet exhaled and steeled herself. "I have other customers… don't flatter yourself."

She wiggled out of his hold and looked around the room, trying to find her other shoe. Where did it go? She needs to get out of that room quickly.

Benjamin didn't push it. She is definitely out of his league. Why did he even think that she might be interested in him? He looked for his shirt and found it peeking under the comforter.

When he moved the comforter, he paused.

Harriet was reaching for her purse. That is the last thing she needs to get before getting out of there. She was startled when Benjamin grabbed her wrist, preventing her to get her purse.

"Where are you going?"

His tone told her that he is upset.

Harriet avoided to look into his eyes. "I told you. Work."

"Don't lie to me!"

She was surprised that he raised his voice, and his grip on her wrist was intensifying, to the point of hurting her. "I'm not…"

"Really? Then how do you explain that?", he pointed at the bedsheet which has a red stain on it. "It was your first time. There is no way that you are working in a strip club as a girl for additional entertainment and having… customers."

Benjamin had difficulty believing that it was her first time. After all, they did all kinds of things last night, and she was so uninhibited… and even his fingers were inside her! But he was drunk, and he does not remember how deep his fingers went in... But he can't ignore the red mark on the bedsheet which is not lying. Ah, if he knew that she is not experienced he would definitely not be so rough!

Harriet has to admit that he figured out that she does not work in that strip club... and that she lied. "What do you want?"

"The truth."

She was glad that he loosened his grip on her wrist. Harriet realized that he was upset because she lied to him, but…

"I can't give you the truth."

Benjamin understands that she has her reasons, and he can see that she is troubled. He can't deny that finding out it was her first time, shook him up. There is some primal urge that gets activated in a man when he finds out that a woman gave him her first time, and that urge forces him to be protective of her.

Benjamin wants to find out more about her and this whole situation. Harriet is an attractive young woman, and it's logical to assume that she has many pursuers. How is it possible that she was not intimate with any of them? Benjamin would be silly not to wonder, why did she decide to sleep with him? He is so much older than her, and he does not have much to offer. "Can you tell me, why me?"

"Because no one ever made me feel that way.", she honestly responded.

When he heard her response, he believed her. Her hazel eyes held so much sadness that it touched his soul, and he wished to have the power to make her happy.

He took her hands in his and kissed each back of her palm.

"If you told me it's your first time, it would be different."

Something about his tone tugged on her heart. She smiled. "I don't tell people that I never slept with a man… women my age get ridiculed for that. But if I told you, how different it would be?"

Benjamin lifted a finger indicating for her to wait and called the reception to request a change of bedsheets, explaining that there was a small accident and he cut himself.

He removed her dress and underwear, and she was back to being naked.

Benjamin touched her gently, like she is a delicate flower and he is caressing the petals while trying not to disturb them.

She relaxed completely, allowing him to do as he pleases.

He guided her toward the bathroom. "Let's start with a warm bath… and then I will show you how different."

Her heart trembled from anticipation.

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