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She doesn’t reply for several beats. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“You ne—” I stop myself from talking, as I don’t want to start a fight and make a scene. Too many people are here, and the minute they sense drama, it will be splattered across the tabloids come morning.
“Excuse me, Mother.” I head to the pool house to recollect my thoughts. My mother follows me, and I’m too overwhelmed by all of this.
“Poppy.” She’s on my tail before she grabs my forearm, and I gently peel her fingers off me.
“I need some alone time,” I say over my shoulder, then I grab a fistful of my dress and rush inside the pool house, and exhale.
My mother is getting on my last nerve, and I don’t know what to do. Our relationship has always been rocky, always a push and pull. And in her eyes, I can’t ever do anything right, unless I’m under a man. I felt like she was always grooming me to walk in her footsteps of marrying a wealthy man, so I can be taken care of. She wants to keep this toxic cycle up.
There is a knock at the door, and I sigh.
“Mom, I need space, I’ll be out in a minute.” I breathe in through my nose and exhale through my mouth.
“It’s me, Poppy. Are you okay?” Jasper asks.
Relief washes over me like a tidal wave. Slowly, I unlock the door, grab him by the hand, and yank him inside. “It’s mayhem out there, and it’s too overwhelming.”
He studies me from head to toe. “Do you want to leave?”
“No,” I sigh. “It’s my parents. The only reason why they threw this party is to boost their image so they can look good.”
He inches closer to me, and I step back, trying to put some distance between us. “My plan of getting my mother’s approval is backfiring in my face. It’s irritating my soul that she’s acting this crazy.”
Jasper doesn’t say anything for several moments. “Fuck your parents, you don’t need their approval.”
I shake my head, and I feel the tears stinging my eyes. “Yes, I do, and I want to fit in their world.” I wrap my arms around myself. “For years, I felt like an outsider in my own family, and now I feel…”
“Trapped,” he finishes for me. “I feel the same way too.” He grabs my hand. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“What about our image? This evening will be all over the blogs and if we leave early, then it will paint a picture that our marriage is going to shit.”
“Your mental health is far more important than what the reporters post in their blogs.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. He actually cares about my needs and what I want. Maybe he does care about me more than he leads on. He shows me bits and pieces of his kind side, and I like it a lot.
I shake my head. “No, we’re doing this, but after speaking with the editors of all the magazines, I’m going to have a talk with my parents about boundaries. They should have let us know about this before we came.”
“Do you want me to take the edge off?” Jasper asks.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you,” he says with a glint in his eyes.
He kisses my lips and my neck, then he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. This kiss is so different from the first time we kissed. Energy zaps through us, and I feel lightheaded and dizzy, as if I’m floating on cloud nine. His lips are soft and supple, and I want them all over my body.
My core tingles with need, and my nipples are so hard they can cut through glass. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, for him to put his hands on me, for him to caress my body, even though I vowed to never let him touch me again for how he acted toward me during our honeymoon. I know he doesn’t trust me, but I don’t care right this moment. I need his touch, and I’ll deal with the consequences later.
He carries me to the sofa, and he hikes my panties to the side, sliding his fingers through my slick folds.
“My dirty, dirty angel. Already so wet for me.” Jasper stands on his knees, licking my juices off his fingers. “How have I waited so long for this moment? I can’t get the smell of your pussy out of my nose.”
Not taking his eyes off me, he lowers his mouth onto my clit, and I let out a squeal. My breath hitches as he swirls his tongue around my clit. God, I missed his tongue on my body, and it feels even better than before. I grab a fistful of his hair and I pull lightly, not too hard—don’t want to rip any of his gorgeous hair from his head. I wrap my legs around his shoulders and grind my center against his mouth, screaming at the top of my lungs as waves of my orgasm hit me.
Jasper gets up from the floor, dusts off his knees, and I see the dick print through his pants. His lips glisten with my juices and he darts out his tongue to lick the remains of me.
I’m horny all over again. He yanks my panties back in place and gently pulls down my dress.
