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“What are we doing?” Poppy asked, when Ethan opened the door of a luxury hotel suite.
He’d asked Lydia to watch the kids tonight, with the excuse that Poppy had asked for the night off and he had work commitments. She’d agreed, and so far, all happened the way he wanted to.
He wanted, more than anything, to give Poppy a night out, yes, which meant, be with her without worrying about the kids sleeping upstairs or having to go back to his room immediately.
Tonight, one day before the big opening of the entertainment complex, was a good day for that. They’d have their own celebration.
He’d also show her how much he’d fallen for her in those two months. “We are enjoying ourselves tonight.”
She glanced around. The space was a blend of textured walls, furniture with gold accents and a huge bed covered with a cobalt blue bedspread and gold pillows on top. He’d done well in picking the suite from his hotel that his company had a negotiated rate. One of the many perks he’d miss when he left Kyle Entertainment.
Champagne chilled in the ice box, along with a plate of strawberries and chocolate sauce.
“Ethan… this is great. Why are you doing this, though? You know I’m a sure bet,” she said.
“Because you’ve been beyond wonderful. Having you in our lives these past months changed us in a way I’ll never forget,” he said, meaning every damn word. Willow had come out of her shell, and thanks to Poppy, he went to an interview in a much less strict school which Archie would be joining in the fall. His son would be able to move more freely, and have professionals who understood the nuances of severe ADHD without judgment.
And as for him…
His heart expanded in his chest, every part of him taller, higher, bigger whenever he was with her.
She pulled him to her, kissing her.
Groaning, he matched her urgency, laving his tongue at hers. A shot of electric awareness arrowed down his cock, already straining in his pants. He wanted this woman to stick around, wanted her to be in his life until the end.
Slow down,he told himself. He had to use those two words as a mantra, every time he was near her. Because slowing down was the hardest thing. Especially now, when she kissed him with so much passion.
Slowing down was not an option, though. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, angling her head just right so he could coax her tongue and take dominance over her. She ran her hand down his chest, until she reached his pants, and unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper.
His internal temperature raised, the kind of unsettling libido that would only end when he was balls deep inside her. Again and again.
She dragged her mouth from his mouth to his neck, quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt, and removing his shirt. Then, she continued her torturous exploration, tracing a path of kisses, some wetter, some smaller down his body, until she pushed down his underwear and his achingly hard cock jutted out, greeting her like a pupil did its master.
“Poppy…” he said, the hissy sound barely slipped through his lips. “This is about you,” he added.
She peered up at him, while she held his cock in her hand, and a shiver of awareness shot up his body. “Why can’t it be about the both of us?”
He groaned in response, knowing he wouldn’t last long if he didn’t take control. Though when she brought him inside her mouth, every possible rational thought deserted him. She sucked him, taking it in and out of her mouth, then teased him, her tongue playfully running across his length.
Turned on beyond belief, he dove his fingers into her mass of red hair, massaging her scalp. A moan escaped from her lips, and she doubled down, rolling his balls between her fingers, while with the other hand, she held his cock, obviously determined to drive him insane.
Though little did she know… crazy—for her— he already was.
She intensified the rhythm, sucking him with so much eagerness, he used all his strength to delay his pleasure—which seemed to be like the opposite of her goal. She squeezed his balls, his full balls heavy with need to release.
“Poppy, if you don’t stop, I’m—”
He gave her hair a tug, like an extra warning, trying to coax her to stand up so he could fuck her over the chair. But she ignored him, and used his cock to mimic the movements he’d make inside her pussy later. Each time he slipped into her warm, welcoming mouth, he stepped one degree higher to the point of no return.
She wanted this, though. Wanted him.
When she tugged at his balls, the last shred of control chipped away, and he came inside her mouth. He let out a long, growly sound, as his hot load flowed in her, and she swallowed him, every lasting bit. His heart now throbbed in various pulse points, a delicious tingling surging through him, shaking him to the core.
She disengaged from him carefully, the glint of triumph in her eyes, like she knew she satisfied him. “Are you okay?” she asked, her features softening.
“I’m…” he started, catching his breath. “I’m okay.”
