The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 415

When Theodore returned to the Johnson family home and entered the bedroom, Penelope was indeed eating a banana.

He gritted his teeth, pounced on her, and pinned her to the bed. This time, he was going to make sure she got her fill.

After a passionate session, Penelope lay on top of Theodore, her hand repeatedly sliding over his Adam’s apple in a teasing manner, until he grabbed it and guided it lower…

“Still not enough?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

Penelope blushed, but true to her nature, she was always one to act on her impulses.

“Can’t keep up?”

“Are you looking for trouble?”

“As if I’m scared.”

Theodore locked her in his arms again, pressing his lips fiercely against hers. “Do you have work tomorrow?”

“If you call in for me.”

“I’ll get you three days off.”

Penelope wrapped her arms around Theodore’s shoulders, her eyes full of desire, a smirk playing on her lips. “If I can still get up for work tomorrow, honey, you might need to start taking some supplements.”

Theodore’s eyes narrowed. “You’re done for.”

The night was long, and the consequence of Penelope’s provocation was being ravaged until dawn. In the end, she couldn't even lift a finger, let alone get up for work.

Finally, she begged for mercy through tears.

“Honey… I was wrong… you’re invincible… you’re magnificent… you’re the strongest in the universe!”

“Shut up!”

Theodore carried her to the bathroom, washed her, and tucked her back into bed. “You still have the energy to talk? Then tonight…”

“Mmmph!”

Penelope clamped her mouth shut and raised her hands in surrender.

Theodore chuckled and gave her a kiss. “Get some sleep. I’ll take you out to eat tonight.”

Penelope nodded eagerly. “Then I’ll be a good girl and wait for you at home.”

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