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And now, I don’t know if I can live without him. It’s like I kept my own sexuality under lock and key for all these years. Now that it’s been unleashed, there’s no going back. I don’t want to go back to the way things were anyway. I want to carry on.
I’m about to drift off when I see the door open a crack. At first, I think I must be imagining it. But then I see Wes standing in the doorway. His tight boxers perfectly sculpt the shape of his large member, and his bare torso is toned and muscular. I gasp as he puts a finger to his lips and steps into the room, crossing to my side of the bed. I turn to look at Poppy, hoping she hasn’t stirred. She hasn’t at all, and is still snoring softly.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper to Wes. I couldn’t be happier to see him, but having him in my bedroom feels so risky. Last time we were here, my father almost caught us. Now, he grins as he kneels beside my bed, slipping his hand under the duvet to caress my leg.
“I had to see you,” he growls, “And I want to finish what we started.”
His hand grazes my pussy gently and I shudder. It occurs to me that this is the most dangerous position we’ve been in yet, but I can’t focus on anything but my lust for him. I let him caress my clit through my panties teasingly before moving his hand up my body.
“We shouldn’t be doing this…”
“So tell me to stop,” he murmurs quietly. Through my wireless bra, he finds my nipple and squeezes. It’s like an electric shock. I’ve never had anyone touch me this way before, but damn it feels good. I bite my thumb to stop myself from gasping. In the dark, I see his handsome features light up with both amusement and desire.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper. “Ever.”
“I want you,” he growls, leaning in to kiss my neck. “For real this time.”
I close my eyes as his lips trail over my body, planting wet kisses on my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Each kiss brings a new sensation, a new shock of pleasure that I didn’t think was possible. I suppress a giggle - it tickles a little - and wrap my arms around Wes’ neck. Our lips meet and our hot breath mingles together. It’s easy to forget that we're not alone and Wes sits on the edge of the bed to get closer to me. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his member pressing against me as my crotch positions over his. He gyrates against me gently, sending me into overdrive. I press my lips into his shoulder to muffle the moan that is released from me. How can one person manage to drive me so wild?
But we’re not alone, as much as we might be getting good at pretending we are. Beside me, I hear Poppy stir, sending a shock through my heart. I pull away in panic and Wes has the sense to slide off of the bed, hiding beneath it quickly. Just in time, too, because moments later, Poppy opens her eyes and catches me watching her.
“What’s going on?” she asks.
Chapter Ten
Wes
My breath catches in my throat. I can’t believe how close we are to getting caught. And Poppy is certainly suspicious, asking what is going on. I hold my breath, wondering if Poppy is going to catch on.
“Seriously, why are you staring at me?” Poppy demands to know. “What’s going on?”
I hear Zooey force a laugh. “Oh, nothing...I’ve been awake for a while. You’ve been snoring. That’s all.”
Poppy is silent for a moment and I’m suddenly worried that she hasn’t bought the tall tale at all. But then she laughs and I breathe a quick sigh of relief.
“Sorry. I can’t help it. Alcohol makes me snore more.”
Zooey laugh is strained. “Yeah, same. I guess I didn’t drink enough to fall asleep.”
“Well, no worries. I’m awake now. Why don’t you tell me about your night? I barely saw you at the event.”
I close my eyes and curse in my head. Why does she have to do this now when I’m literally hiding under the bed? She could have this conversation in the morning. Zooey seems to be thinking the same as she fakes a yawn.
“Honestly, I’m finally getting tired...I want to catch some z’s.”
“Oh come on, Zooey. I know you’re just avoiding telling me about the hunk you were hanging around with all night.”
I grin to myself. Who doesn’t love being called a hunk? Besides, now that I think about it, this is the perfect opportunity to figure out exactly what Zooey is thinking of me.
“Poppy, please…”
“I’m not sleeping until you give me details. You think he’s hot, right?”
