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“I want you right here.” He placed his hands on his thighs, his sight never wavering from hers. Poppy had never seen this side of Blake, commanding and sure of what he wanted. She stepped forward and went to sit on his lap, but he shook his head firmly. “No, straddle me.”
Oh. She had never experienced this kind of rush before. She liked it. She gripped the hem of her plaid skirt and slowly drew it up her thighs. Blake’s gaze dropped to watch the act. The stiff outline of his erection pressing against his slacks didn’t go unnoticed by her. The skirt was midthigh when she went to straddle him, but Blake stopped her when his hands landed on her waist.
“Pull it up to your waist. Let me see your panties.” He flicked his eyes to her then back to her skirt. “Go on, love.” Poppy did as he asked and let out a shuddering breath as his lids lowered with his desire.
“Blake…” His name came as a whisper from her lips.
“Yeah, baby?” He didn’t take his eyes from her panties. A heady sensation washed through her from the power she held over this man.
“What if someone comes in? What about Maggie?”
He looked at her then. “Everyone’s gone for the day.” He smiled slowly. “Now—” He patted his lap. “—straddle me.”
Poppy placed one leg on either side of his thick, muscular thighs and lowered herself onto his erection. A gasp left her when the hardness pressed against her silk-covered mound. A low hiss left him when she sat fully on him.
“You feel what you do to me, Poppy?” He closed his eyes and used the leverage he had on her hips to rock her back and forth on him. The motion had her panties slipping against her saturated folds. Over and over, he rocked her against his hard-on, having her climb closer to climax.
The look on his face told her he knew exactly what he did to her. Blake leaned in until his lips barely touched hers. “Does it feel good?” The movement of his lips brushing against hers had Poppy gasping in need.
“Yes.” He kissed her lightly, too lightly. She wanted his tongue in her mouth, stroking her, sucking at her. She wanted Blake’s flavor filling her taste buds until she was drunk on him. He resumed moving her back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster. Each time he pulled her closer, he lifted his hips, which caused her panties to press farther into her cleft.
“Oh. God.” Poppy let her head fall back as a thrill washed through her.
“I want to feel you let go on me, love.” He kissed her passionately, finally giving her his flavor until she moaned against his mouth. She sucked his tongue into her mouth until she grew dizzy with the taste and feel of him.
Blake was relentless as he continued to drive her closer to release. The air became stifling hot, and Poppy felt beads of sweat form on her brow. “That’s it.” So close. Poppy was so close, but just as sweet surrender touched the edges of her body, a loud, shocked gasp came from the room.
Blake stilled their movements, and they both turned to see Maggie standing in the doorway, a brown paper bag with the logo of the town’s sandwich shop printed on it and clutched to her chest. Her eyes were wide and almost fearful in their intensity. For so long, no one said anything, and the only thing that could be heard was their combined breathing.
“I…” Maggie looked around the room as if she were in search of something. “Um.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “So sorry. I just thought you might be hungry.” She held up the bag and refused to look them in the eyes. “I’ll just leave this here.” She set it on a small table set off to the side then left as quickly as she arrived.
“Shit.” Blake kissed her on the lips and lifted her off him. His erection pressed hard against his slacks, but his attention was on the now empty doorway. “I should probably do some damage control.” Before Poppy could say anything, he strode after Maggie.
For a moment, Poppy stood there, her skirt still around her waist, shock filling her. Did he just leave me standing here on the brink of climaxing to go after another woman? Really, Poppy’s thoughts were ridiculous. Clearly, Blake needed to fix things with Maggie so it didn’t spiral out of control and end up getting him in trouble. That was the last thing she wanted.
After straightening her clothes and grabbing her bag, she realized it was time to head home anyway. They could certainly finish what they started there. When she stepped out into the hallway, she heard the hushed, angry voice of Maggie. A peek around the corner showed her by the front door, her jacket clenched tightly in her fists. She kept pointing to the room Poppy just left.
