The Wicked
: Chapter 52

Feeling incredibly hopeful and optimistic that Penelope and I can get through some distance, I head back to California a week later. I’ve always had this possessive bone in my body for her, but somehow, it’s kept silent through this. I don’t want to push her. I want her to come to the decision by herself, with no pressure from me.

We agree to one month of distance, and it hurt like shit to leave her at the airport, but in my soul, I know this is going to work.

My first day back at the office, I let myself get consumed in work, trying to keep my mind off my worries. Monroe Financials went public with my father’s passing, so it’s all chaos in the office, all eyes on me as I’m finally on my own in the boss’s chair.

Levi comes into my office around noon, barging in without knocking, as usual. Serena has a soft spot for him, so she never stops him.

“Dude,” he greets me, still the same surfer kid he’s always been. “I am so glad you’re back.”

He breezes through my office, dropping down in one of the chairs in front of my desk before putting his feet up on the edge. He’s dressed in a button-down that’s tucked into his black slacks, but he still makes it look casual.

“Same,” I say unenthusiastically, keeping my gaze on my computer.

“Hey,” he says, pulling my attention finally. “Why did Serena email me a bunch of house listings?”

“Because you’re moving out of my house.” I smile. “Surprise.”

He laughs. “Great, when?”

“Sooner rather than later is preferred,” I murmur, looking back at my computer to finish what I’m working on. “Do you think Penelope would like a princess cut, or an oval shape?”

He stands up, leaning over my desk to look at the computer screen. “I’m going to pretend that you aren’t batshit insane for proposing to a chick you’ve been dating for a week and say oval.”

I click my tongue. “I’ve known her for five years. Plus, I’m not proposing yet, just thinking.”

“Ooo-kay.” He lifts a brow, sitting back down. “You wanna get some lunch? I’m starving.”

“Can’t,” I say as I mindlessly scroll the Tiffany’s website. “Got plans.”

“First day back and you’re already ditching me,” he snips, standing up. “I’m gonna ask Serena to get lunch with me, then.”

I wave him off. “Close the door on your way out.”

My phone buzzes on my desk as he’s walking across the office, and I wait to answer it until the door has shut. Penelope’s face fills my screen after I swipe across it, and a smile pulls up my lips.

“There’s my girl,” I say, holding the phone in front of my face and leaning back in my chair. “How are you?”

“Missing you,” she answers, sitting back on her couch. “I have the day off, and I’d rather be spending it with you.”

My insides turn to Jell-O, and I chuckle softly. “Poor baby. I’m here now, what’s for lunch?”

She grins. “I have some ideas.”

“Oh?”

She stands up, holding the phone in front of her face as she moves through her house. When she reaches her bedroom, she climbs into bed. “I want you to fuck me.”

A spark of desire runs through my balls, and I flick my eyes to the door behind my phone before I look back at her. “I’m at work.”

“Lock the door,” she says, running her hand down her neck and over her chest.

I chuckle. “Baby, can we just do this when I get home?”

She narrows her eyes, then sits up and leans her phone against the pillows so I can see more of her. When she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her perky tits, my teeth press into my lip. I groan, curling my hand into a fist. “Penelope.”

Smirking coyly, she smooths her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down, leaving her naked on my screen. “C’mon, H. Don’t go soft on me now.”

“Christ,” I sigh painfully, standing up and crossing the room quickly to lock the door to my office. Returning to my seat behind my desk, I balance my phone on my coffee cup from this morning and watch her.

“Show me how wet you are, Miss Leyton. Spread that pussy for me.”

She moves back, spreading her legs in front of the camera and sliding her fingers between the lips of her pussy. A small moan leaves her lips when she ghosts her fingers over her clit, and my cock fills with blood in my pants.

“Jesus,” I breathe, slipping my hand into my pants to relieve some of the pressure.

She stares at me from behind her spread legs, and her fingers move through the wetness at her entrance. Her voice is breathy when she moans, “I miss you so much, Hayden, I wish you were here to fuck me all day long.”

Groaning, I run my hand down my cock. “Show me, baby. Fuck yourself and pretend it’s me. Use two fingers.”

“Fuck yourself with me,” she moans, shoving two fingers into her pussy.

I stand up, undoing the button on my pants and shaking them down to release my cock, then I squeeze my fist around the angry head. “Look how hard you make me, even from across the country.”

She moans, spreading her legs farther and thrusting her fingers in and out while I rub my hand over my cock.

“That’s it,” I moan. “Add another finger.”

She does as I say, moaning as her legs stiffen. “Hayden, fuck yourself harder, I want you to come with me.”

I fuck my hand faster, watching as she does the same through my computer screen, and when she moans loud and long, I feel my balls pull up as a fire licks up my spine. “Fucking come all over your fingers, baby. Let me see.”

She moves faster, harder, more erratically, and then she’s shouting into the sky as she climaxes around her fingers.

Watching her explode sets me off, and as I thrust into my hand, ropes of cum spurt out over my fist and onto the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she shouts, making my head spin. “Hayden!”

I squeeze my hand around the edge of my desk, my vision spotting with white as my orgasm becomes too intense, then I fall back into my chair and watch as my girl removes her fingers from her pussy.

“God, I needed that,” she sighs, grabbing the phone and holding it in front of her face.

My mouth drops open, and I grin at her. “Don’t you dare waste that cum. Put your fingers in your mouth.”

She smirks, sliding her fingers against her tongue before she suctions around them.

She gags as she slides them into her throat, then she pulls them free and shows me that she’s cleaned them off.

“Good girl.” I grin, leaning forward to grab my phone. “Thanks for the best lunch I’ve had in a while.”

“Anytime.” She chuckles, curling under the blankets. “Clean yourself up.”

Grabbing a tissue from the box on my table, I wipe the cum off my hand and cock, then lean to the ground to wipe it from the wood floor. Tossing the tissue into the wastebasket under my desk, I tuck myself back into my pants and sit back in my chair.

“I miss you,” I sigh, tilting my head to the side to look at her.

“Me, too, handsome,” she says, pouting. “Come to Luxington this weekend.”

I nod. “I will.”

“I’m counting down the days,” she breathes, giving me a smile I could look at all day. “I love you, H.”

“I love you too, beautiful.”

Later that night, Penelope and I have another FaceTime date after I’ve gotten home from work.

“What did you do today?” I ask her, settling down on the couch.

She hums between her lips, drinking a glass of wine. “I went and got some groceries, did some laundry, had phone sex with my boyfriend, then I took a long bath and watched Netflix.”

“Sounds like a good day.” I smile.

“Very good,” she says. “How was work?”

“Fine. Caught up on some shit I ignored while I was in Luxington, went through some reports with Levi, met with a couple clients. The usual.”

“You like what you’re doing?”

I shrug. “I guess. I’ve always been good at spending money, and I’m meeting a lot of people with connections. Starting to understand more about my dad, why he was the way he was.”

“What do you mean?”

“I feel like it would be easy to become super entitled in this position, I guess. It explains why my dad was always waving his money around to make problems disappear. It just feels normal when you’re this high up,” I say, sighing. “I don’t want to end up like that, so I’m thankful that Levi is with me. He’s always super down to earth and keeps me grounded.”

“Good,” she says, nodding. “And if you ever need me to bring you back down, let me know.”

“I will.” I smile. “What do you want to do, P? Teach?”

Her face turns sad. “I don’t know.”

“Talk to me, tell me how we can make your dreams come true, baby.”

She smiles softly. “Once upon a time, I had dreams. But now, just getting through the day is enough, being happy is enough, replaceing solace in the little things is enough.”

“So, what? You’re going to come to California and be my little stay-at-home wifey?” I grin playfully, wiggling my brows. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

“Maybe I will.” She clicks her tongue. “Wear sweatpants, make you dinner, and pop out a kid every other year to keep me busy.”

I laugh. “If that will make you happy, I’ll gladly fill you with my babies whenever you want.”

She smirks. “Everything feels new right now, H. We don’t have to make all the decisions immediately. Who knows what the future’s going to look like for us. We can have anything we want.”

I nod, a smile spreading across my face. “As long as we’re together.”

“Forever?” she asks, putting a hand under her chin and leaning her head to the side to look at me with wonder in her eyes.

“Forever, baby.”