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Penny worked her magic the way some realtors close deals with wine. She stripped in front of the bay window, letting city light streak across her skin. He stayed pressed against the wall, half-dressed and half-wrecked, watching her unbutton the last of what mattered. She went to him, palms flat on his chest, pushing him down until his back hit the granite counter. One heel stayed on. The other hit the floor. She climbed, thighs tight around his hips, nails biting his shoulders. Every thrust knocked a drawer open. Every moan left fingerprints on the glass. He came first—rough, loud, no apology. She followed, back arched, face thrown back toward a chandelier that would never be hers. Sweat cooled on their stomachs. For a moment the house belonged to them instead of a client list. She kissed him once, hard, then stood, hair wrecked, thighs slick, and reached for the clipboard like nothing happened. Sign here.