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Poppy laughs, and pride fills my chest. I love hearing that sound. Any sound coming from Poppy has me hard and wanting.
I wipe at her lipstick, trying to clean it, and she does the same to me, grinning the entire time.
“Sorry,” she giggles and licks her thumb before pressing it against my lip.
“No problem, gorgeous, you can make a mess of my mouth any day.”
Like perhaps later when you sit on my face.
We walk to my car, hand in hand, feeling very much like we’re a real couple.
When I was passing the boss’s office and heard Poppy’s name, I couldn’t help myself from popping in and talking to her. The second I heard her name, my body snapped to attention. I didn’t know what I’d do when I started talking to her. Phone sex isn’t something I’ve ever done, but fuck me, it was hot. Thankfully, Cass went into another room with a smile as if she knew what I’d do.
Hearing Poppy moan had my cock harder than a steel rod, and it made waiting for Sunday even harder.
This feeling that’s come out of nowhere has made a problem with my work life. It’s part of the reason I didn’t call earlier. I still have clients who need dates, and showing them the attention they deserve has been challenging. Mainly because every time I go out, I feel like I’m stepping out on Poppy, even though we aren’t a couple. I can do what I want, but what I want has been fewer dates with clients and more thinking about the next time I can be with Poppy and sweep her off her feet.
It’s not that I don’t give a toss about my job anymore. I do my best. It’s just I’m not sure Iwantto do it anymore.
I needed to figure this out soon. My career and technically non-existent relationship with Poppy were two trains on a track headed toward each other. If I didn’t hit the right lever, they’d blow up in my face.
We head into the party, music blasting from the speakers asCelebrateby Kool And The Gang plays. Poppy has a big smile on her face as I pull her onto the dance floor.
“Come on,” I say, wrapping my big hand around her tiny one.
I keep hold of her hand as we dance. I spin her around before pulling her against me. Feeling her pressed to me has my heart doing crazy things in my chest. I never thought it could happen this quickly, but I’ve fallen for this woman. This sweet, shy, and wonderful woman. I knew after that first date that she was mine. The way our conversation flowed and the feeling I had when I didn’t want the night to end. Plus, that kiss.
Fuck, that kiss was something else.
It had me feeling like I was ten fucking feet tall and could move heaven and earth. It was the kind of kiss that makes you wonder if you need the taste of her lips more than your next breath.
We continue to jump around on the dance floor. Several people were singing along, some with drinks in hand as they danced. I spin Poppy around, her skirt fanning around her. Her smile is big as she loses herself in the music. I just watch her and enjoy being in her presence.
When the song ends, we head to our table. It’s empty, the others still dancing to the next song that came on. We sip champagne as we chat.
“What a wonderful wedding, eh?” Poppy asks.
“Yes.” I take her hand and kiss her palm, “Absolutely wonderful.”
She giggles, her cheeks blushing.
I keep running my thumb over her hand as another couple sits across from us. It’s one of the bridesmaids and her date. They giggle, and he nuzzles her neck. They start making out in front of us, and I look at Poppy, who’s looking at them, though she does try to look away. She pulls at her soft bottom lip with her teeth, looking at them with curious eyes.
Eventually, the happy couple leaves, and she lets out a huge breath.
“They look happy, don’t they?” Poppy asks, finishing off her champagne and sitting her head in her hands.
“Yeah.”
I’ve gone to several weddings, but never have I been jealous of the real couples here. The ones who get to go home together. The ones who get to spend eternity with each other.
I need to tell her how I feel. Consequences be damned.
I caught the slightest hint from our night together that perhaps there was a chance. But my brain got in the way and told me it was just the heat of the moment. Just a one-in-a-million lay where you’ve never felt better. Where you could live inside her forever.
I down the rest of my champagne
“Poppy, come home with me,” I blurt out.
