“It won’t take long, baby. My cock is jealous and pissed.”
“Didn’t know it had emotions.” She grins smugly.
“It didn’t until you.”
Her soft hand caresses my length and she holds my eyes. “This may not be exactly what you’re used to—”
“Don’t,” I cut her off. “Don’t ever fucking go there. For me, my brain annihilated anything before you. You want to sit there all night with your hand around my dick while I have the taste of your pussy on my lips, go for it. Your taste fades, I have no problem going back for more. But warning you again, it will not take that long.”
Her eyes heat to a deeper blue as her tongue slowly trails over her lip. She tightens her grip, stroking faster, at the same time swiveling her hips.
“Dammit,” I curse, her dripping heat coating my balls.
“Hmmm?”
“You can’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Your drip—” A low hiss rolls through me when she does it again, this time pivoting to slide up and down.
“You set the boundaries, Evin. Tell me what you want.” Her voice husky as she repeats my words from earlier.
I grind my teeth, clutching her thighs. The innocence disappears, a bold vixen locking into place.
“Maybe I should ask if you’re okay?”
There’s no missing the teasing in her question. She may claim inexperience, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. I reach out, circling a nipple before pulling it between my fingers and pinching lightly. The heat in her eyes flames and the hunger I recognize reappears, sending a message straight to my dick.
Fuck! She’s ready to go again. I do the same to the other side, repeating over and over until she’s breathing hard.
My eyes drop to her hand and my heart thunders. The first glance at her naked body burned into my brain, but this is burned into my soul. I was a madman earlier, too focused on getting a taste, and not taking the time to fully appreciate the vision. Now, everything is different. Her sliding on my cock while expertly working my dick, the pink scratches covering her thigh to thigh from my scruff, the determination in her eyes.
The primal possession turns brutal. I crunch up, my mouth going to her nipple while my fingers strum her clit.
She arches into me, her hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently. The searing pleasure is too much and I increase my pressure, thrusting into her palm.
That’s all it takes and I explode on a growl, latching tightly to her nipple, and faintly hearing her cries over the ringing in my ears.
Warm liquid shoots to my stomach and chest, her hand slowing until she sinks into me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
We stay like this until I can catch my breath and lift my mouth below her ear.
“Swear to God, one touch and my self-control shattered.”
She smiles against my neck. “Finally.”
Poppy stirs, her eyelashes fluttering against my skin. I kiss along her temple, soaking in the feel of her naked body tangled with mine. A heavy weight settles in my gut knowing these are our last few minutes in this bed.
A little over a week ago, I flew into this city indifferent, untouchable, and satisfied with my bachelor lifestyle. Lives were changing all around me with marriages and babies, but it didn’t affect my views. Rina was one of many women that unsuccessfully tried to take things further. The thought of commitment was foreign, and the idea of settling down was far-fetched. I had no damn clue how quickly my perspective could change.
Now, I want it all. Everything my friends and family have makes sense.
Fuck me if I have any clue how to make that happen. Poppy mentioned her contracts are reviewed each year before renewal, but she’d never had a problem. Against the odds and having no family support at her back, she chased her dream.
Which means, unless she makes a career change, she’s locked into Vegas.
I’d never ask her to give up her show, so it’ll be up to me to figure it out. My position can adjust to an extent. It wouldn’t be ideal, but working remotely is possible for brief spurts of time.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Her sleepy voice breaks in my thoughts.
“Not at all,” I lie, dragging my fingers through her hair.
She peers up at me, her face filled with the morning sweetness I’ve come to love. This morning, there’s an extra glow about her that sends a wave of possession scoring through me.
“Honey, are you worried about what’s waiting for you at the office?”
“Hell no.”
“Then what’s on your mind?”
“Leaving you.”
“Nineteen days and eighteen nights,” she reiterates her countdown.
I don’t let on that she’ll see me before Charleston. Until I can get to the office and move Tessa into her role full-time, there is no reason to mention it.
My phone beeps with my wake-up reminder. “Baby, as much as I hate it, I have to get in the shower.”
“I’ll make your coffee.” She rolls to the side and I catch her around the waist.
“Room service will be here soon. You can go back to sleep.”
“I need to pack my things.”
“I’ve arranged for a late checkout, so you can stay here as long as you want. Have Dante and Ryanne come over and enjoy the pool.”
“It doesn’t seem right without you.”
“How about the spa?”
The phone beeps again, taking her eyes to the nightstand. “Go get in the shower and I’ll think about it.”
I kiss her quickly and grab my phone on the way to the bathroom. It’s not surprising that there’s a backlog of messages on my screen. I scan through them and groan at Mom's.
Evin—I’ve been patient enough and expect a call today. Enough of this texting crap. If you try to avoid me, Dad and I will be on your doorstep when you get home.
I reply with a simple: I’ll call.
The room fills up with steam, the hot spray doing little to ease the tension in my muscles. A blast of cool air hits me when the door opens. Poppy saunters in, coming straight to the shower. My cock grows harder with every step.
She steps in front of me, the water pelting down on her.
“Baby, we need to talk about your torture techniques.”
“I didn’t want to miss all the fun.” Her hand wraps along my dick, teasing lightly. “When you get in your shower in the mornings at home, this is what I want you to remember.”
I drop my head back, blowing out a whistle when she cups my balls and strokes me.
“You know, I could—” The implication is clear in her voice, and my head snaps up.
“No, you want to suck my dick, you do it when I can flip you around to ride my face.”
Her eyes widen, and she sucks her bottom lip through her teeth. “Nineteen days. Until then, show me how you do it.”
“Not as good as you, that’s a given.”
She grins, pressing her tits to my chest. “But I may need my own fantasies to keep me going. This time I want to see all of it.”
Shit, my sweet girl wants to get dirty.
I cover her hand with mine, increasing our speed, and hiss when she runs her thumb over my slit. “Fuck.”
“I learned that little trick last night.”