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I scowled. “I don’t flirt with babies, Poppy. Jesus.”
“Well, you flirt with everyone else. You know what I mean.” She shook her head, sending her hair flying everywhere with the force of it. “Forget it.”
I grabbed her wrists and held her in place. “I’m not forgetting it. You brought it up and now you’re going to listen to me. I’ve never flirted with you because we have rules. We made sure to keep our friendship strictly friendship and I didn’t want to mess it up. I respected you and our relationship enough to hold back. Is that a bad thing now?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry I brought it up. I’m just tired and confused.” She bit off her words like they were poison. “Why don’t you go home and call Sasha? I’m sure she’s waiting for your call. My thoughts on her? She fits right into your perfect life.”
I couldn’t help the frustration boiling over inside of me. Shaking her lightly, I jerked her into my chest and glared at her. “Nothing about my life is perfect. If my life was fucking perfect, I wouldn’t be standing here, having to fight the urge to kiss you. My head would be on straight and I’d be back at Sasha’s. I’m not, though. I’m here! With you!”
Her eyes widened slightly as her lips parted, a silent invitation that was all I needed. She gasped when my mouth slammed over hers but kissed me back just as urgently.
“Just once, Poppy.” I kissed down her throat before picking her up and locking her thighs around my waist. “We just need to get this out of our system.”
She tugged at my tie and yanked it off. “It doesn’t change anything.”
I strode into her bedroom and kicked the door shut before pinning her against it. Kissing her hungrily, I rocked my hips into hers and felt her wet heat welcoming me through my pants. “Just once. I just need one time, Poppy.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and ran her fingers over my hair. “I’m ready.Please, Jude.”
Her needy moans andthosewords would never have allowed me to leave, even if I’d somehow found my conscience. I reached between us and shoved my pants down until my dick was free, too desperate to be inside her to wait. The moment I rubbed my tip through her drenched folds, I knew I was fucked. My brain sizzled with electricity as I notched myself against her entrance and did the thing that would ensure my downfall—I leaned back to watch her face as I entered her for the first time.
Seeing her mouth pop open and her eyes flutter while feeling her tight wetness envelop me was the best thing I’d ever experienced. Making my first million was nothing compared to it.
I dropped my head to her shoulder and swore. “Fuck, Poppy. Why do you feel so good?”
She pressed open-mouthed kisses along my neck, letting her teeth grate over my skin as she did. The idea of her marking me made my blood pump even harder. “Fuck me, Jude. I need you to fuck me.”
I gripped her ass and held her tight as I moved. Her core gripped me so tight it was almost too much, each thrust pushing me too close to the edge way too fast. Each time I buried myself fully inside her tight core, she let out a sexy little grunt against my neck. Wanting more, I moved my hips faster until I was fucking her against the door like a man possessed. Each of her grunts spurred me on, and when I felt her walls flutter for the first time, I pressed my mouth against her ear and lost myself to the best sex I could remember having.
“Come for me, Poppy. Come on my dick and let me feel your pussy try to milk me dry.” I growled as the sensations plowed through me. I felt her walls tighten and pulse, I felt her body stiffen against mine, and I felt her teeth sink into my shoulder as she came for me. “That’s it, Poppy. Give it to me.”
She locked her legs around me and clenched down hard, drawing a curse and a loud growl from me. Her hands fell to my ass and she pulled me into her harder. “Yes, Jude!”
Pleasure shot up through my spine and I stayed as deep in my best friend as I could get as I filled her with my first spray of come. I dropped my head back and groaned her name at the ceiling as I kept coming, filling Poppy with so much of my come that I felt like she’d never be able to get it all out. That thought drew another, final jet from my still-hard dick.
When I looked down, I saw Poppy with her head resting against the door and the most satisfied look on her face. Her lips lifted in a lazy smile that filled me with pride. I’d put that look on her face.
I carried her from the door to her bed and laid her down while still inside her. I kissed her slowly, tasting her while taking my time to learn every part of her. With her lying under me, I didn’t bother telling myself to stick to my promise of just one time. I knew it was useless to fight the need I felt for her.
Poppy called me on it, but her husky voice made it clear she wasn’t asking me to leave. “What happened to just once?”
I met her honey gaze and rocked my hips against hers, drawing a moan from her bruised lips. “Technically, I haven’t pulled out. I think it still counts as one time if I don’t pull out.”
She undid my buttons, slowly undressing me. “You’re the businessman, Jude. You would know technicalities and contracts more than me.”
I gripped her thigh tighter. “I’m telling you right now, Poppy. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to fuck you through this mattress.”
“If I keep talking like what? I was just pointing out that you’re a big deal businessman and you’re an expert on all things contracts, deals, mergers, and such.” She giggled, a sound I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard her make, but I loved it.
I growled against her lips. “You asked for it.”
21
***Poppy***
Imanagedtomakeit to the weekend without sleeping with anyone else. Judging by my recent activities, that was no small miracle. I hadn’t seen Jude or Cyrus again, either, so I wasn’t sure how things were. After sending Jude home early the morning after his visit, I hadn’t spoken to him again. I had a text on my phone from him, but I didn’t have the nerve to check it. Mostly I was just biding my time until our next hangout. I kept hoping I’d figure out what to say to make it fine that I’d slept with two of my three guy friends. Inspiration could strike at any moment, I told myself.
Walking out on my porch Saturday morning, I expected not to see anyone as I let Bogie out to do his business. It was so early in the morning that I hadn’t even considered putting on pants or brushing my hair. I’d barely even had my first sip of caffeine. But apparently no one else thought it was that early, because in the middle of the street in front of my house stood a small group of men drinking their coffee and talking like it wasn’t the asscrack of dawn.
