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Poppy is close enough, I’m sure she’s hearing every word of this conversation. But she’s right. We need to stop this dance. If there’s a chance for us, we need to take it. Talk about limits. Agree to be equals. Make time for one another. I’m not willing to walk away because I haven’t learned how to make her a priority. “There’s been a change of plans, Porter. Can you let Stu know I’ll be staying home tonight?”
“Yes, sir. Anything else you need from me before I sign off for the night?”
“No. I have everything I need.” My eyes bore into her.
Poppy places her hands flat on my chest. Her ruby-red lips pulling me to her like a magnet. “Take what you need, Dr. Weston.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
POPPY
Broadie’s expression turns dark. What is wrong with me that I find this more exciting than frightening? “On your knees, Poppy.”
Holy cow. I had no idea I was walking into this an hour ago. But yes, please. Dropping onto the floor in front of him, I almost laugh. Is the door even closed?
“If, at any time, I’m hurting you, or it gets to be too much, tell me to stop.”
“I don’t even get to pick a safe word? Like orangutang or something?”
His right brow tents, and he gives me a smirk. He may be acting like Mr. Alpha, but that flirty dimple tells me there’s still a playful side here. “Orangutang? That’s the best you could come up with?”
“I thought it was better than baboon.”
“Are you trying to get that pretty little ass red?”
“Oh, don’t tease.”
Out of the blue, there’s a sparkle in his eye as he gazes down at me. I can’t explain it. But I immediately know we’re going to be okay. It’s as if he’s sending me a signal that my willingness to try to give him what he needs is enough. That I’m enough.
Broadie steps forward, grabbing my hair and yanking my chin to look up at him. “Hands behind your back. Don’t speak. Do as you’re told. And if you’re a good girl, I might let you come.”
I clamp my lips together, gulping down the lump in my throat. He can be worried all he wants. But there’s no doubt in my mind that he’d never hurt me. His demons are internal. His inner war over letting an equal into his unbalanced life. Beyond that, in these moments, I’ve never felt safer.
“Eyes down, baby girl.”
Jeez, he might make me come just using these pet names.
He moves behind me, and I hear what sounds like a code being typed into a pad. I didn’t pay that much attention to the security when I was here before. I was too enraptured by him and his thoughtfulness.
My head is yanked back by my hair, while another hand wraps around my throat. “I want to feel those soft ruby-red lips sliding up and down my cock. But if I tell you to stop, you stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I purr. This girl doesn’t read spicy books for nothing. This is a freaking dream come true.
He lets go of my head and comes to stand in front of me. His thick, veiny dick in his hand. I swear my lady bits have their own pulse right now. Just the sight of him with his talented fingers wrapped around that impressive cock has me drooling.Everywhere.
“Open,” he barks.
I drop my mouth open as wide as I can. My tongue practically curling in anticipation. A hiss escapes him as the soft tip of his dick glides into my mouth. There’s no inching his way in, he holds my head still as he drives in until he hits the back of my throat. My eyes immediately water, and my gag reflex kicks in.That’s gotta be hella sexy.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” He trails his thumb around my lips as he pushes back into my throat. “You’re taking my cock like a good girl.”
Well, maybe it is.
As his dick slides in and out of my mouth, I try to hold my jaw open wide and breathe through my nose. He’s a lot to take. But the sensation of his heavy cock as it moves over my tongue combined with his dirty words… well, there might be an embarrassingly large wet spot on this floor when I get up.
Broadie has my hair in his fists, fucking my face, and I’d give anything to touch myself right now. Abruptly, he stops, and I wonder what’s happening but try to stay still.
He withdraws from me, lifts me up by my throat, and brings me to the kitchen island, where he swiftly bends me over before ripping my panties down.
