Status: Rated 'R' for langugae and sexual situations.

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They had barely walked through the door before their lips were crashing together. Patrick shut the door and pressed Penelope’s back against it. Their tongues fought for dominance that he eventually won. She settled for pushing his jacket off of his muscular shoulders and intertwining her fingers in his hair.

Penelope let Patrick hitch her legs around his waist as her dress rode up. Breaking off the kiss, Patrick attached his lips to her neck and couldn’t help but smirk at the gasp that came from Penelope as his teeth grazed her skin. He carried her to his bedroom where he set her on her feet.

“Damned dress,” he muttered as he fumbled with the zipper of the delicate fabric.

“Don’t ruin it, Sharpie,” she warned. “I like this dress.”

He grunted in response as the dress fell away to reveal her figure more clearly. She wore a strapless lace bra and matching boy short panty and Patrick could feel his blood flow quicken.

Penelope smirked at his obvious roaming eyes as she made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. He moved his lips to her neck again and each time he passed her collarbone, a small shudder would be emitted from Penelope.

Laying Penelope down onto the bed, he quickly undid the clasp on her bra and let it fall away. As his hands roamed her body, Penelope undid the button and zipper on his pants and pushed them away with her toes. They were pointed; of course, she was a dancer after all.

Patrick trailed kissed down her skin to her breasts and stopped, giving each one ample time.

As much as she felt the urge to let the sounds in the back of her throat get past her lips, Penelope wasn’t going to give Patrick that encouragement so easily. He would need to do a little better for that.

“Come on, Sharpie,” she said. “Is that the best you can do?”

He smirked and hooked a finger under her lace panties.

“I think I’m already doing pretty well here, sweetheart,” he breathed into her ear.

Rolling her eyes, Penelope took his distracted moment as her chance to strike. Switching places with him, she straddled the hockey player.

She could feel his erection against her leg and she couldn't help but smirk. This night was proving to be going just as Penelope thought it would.

Soon, her panties were discarded and Patrick's boxers followed soon after.

"Uh, I don't think so," Penelope put a hand on Patrick's chest.

"What?" he groaned as he hovered over her.

"I think we both like our careers way too much for what you're about to do," she said. "And mine is much too important to me."

Patrick reached into a drawer and fumbled for the foil wrapper. Penelope was as stubborn as a donkey, he would come to learn. The hazards of being a dancer, you strive for perfection.

Penelope soon found her back arched in pleasure as Patrick moved against her. She moved her hips up against him and gently pressed herself against him. He smirked. They were just getting started.

*****

They lay panting and coming down from their climaxes. In as many one night stands as they had both had, nothing had compared to that night. Neither one of them wanted to admit it, but it had been beyond what either of them had been expecting.

*****

After dozing for nearly two hours, Penelope rolled over and looked at the blinking clock. 4:00 a.m. She had class in three hours. It would probably be a good idea to get out of there now while he was sleeping.

Slipping out of the bed and away from the warm body next to her, Penelope silently slipped on her underwear and bra before letting her dress glide over her. She fiddled with the zipper on her back before she felt two hands do it for her.

“Thanks,” she muttered quietly as she attempted to fix her hair and slightly smudged makeup.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked.

Penelope nodded. “I have class. I’ll need my stuff.”

“Let me call you a cab,” Patrick offered as he threw a shirt on over his boxers.

“No,” she shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I don’t live very far.”

“I’d feel better knowing you got home,” he said. “Your career being so important and all.”

Penelope blushed at how he remembered her words from earlier.

“At least give me your number so I can text you,” Patrick requested.

She wasn’t sure how to react to that. Penelope never left her number with a guy. The last male to have her number was Jackson after a... passionate entanglement, and that hadn’t ended well. Patrick seemed like a nice guy, but she had just fucked with him.

Ah, what the hell?’ she thought.

Scribbling her number on a napkin on the counter, Penelope waved as she exited the luxurious apartment. It had been quite a night.
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Mmm. I'm not too happy with this chapter, but it needed to happen. I'm hoping it didn't come out to awful. Let me know what's on your minds, lovelies!