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It was strange sitting here, knowing she had been intimate with Blake. The butterflies in her belly refused to relent, and the excitement that the black cloud that had hung over her head for so long dissipated had her smiling more than she had in a very long time.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” Blake kept his head lowered when he lifted his eyes to her. God, did he not know how incredibly distracting it was when he looked at her over the rim of his glasses? The smirk he graced her with let her know he was teasing.
“I wasn’t staring.” Poppy looked down when she felt heat rise to her face. His deep chuckle had her looking at him and smiling.
“Yeah, okay.” He leaned back in his chair and linked his fingers behind his head. The muscles in his biceps bulged and flexed, showing all his raw masculinity. “Come here.” His voice dropped lower, and instantly her nipples beaded. When she didn’t move right away, he slowly leaned his forearms on the desk and stared at her. “Poppy, come here.” She rose slowly and walked over to him, anticipation beating through her veins like a tribal drum and rivaling her erratic heart.
When the edge of the desk met the front of her thighs, she stopped and swallowed. The level look he gave her spoke so loudly that his unspoken words screamed around her. His look was pure, unadulterated lust, and it was directed right at her.
“You know how I knew you kept staring at me?” His low-pitched question helped to clear some of her arousal.
She had no answer and shook her head.Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
“Because I was staring atyou.” This time, there was no teasing note in his words, and a shiver worked through her. “Now, come here, Poppy.” Suddenly, she regretted wearing heels, because it seemed so much harder to walk in them.
When she stood right in front of him, she tried to slow her breathing, but just being near him had her inhaling the scent that was uniquely Blake. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs slightly apart. Her pulse pounded in her ears and drowned out every other sound.
“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.
“I just don’t get it, Blake.” A defeated note sounded in Maggie’s voice, but beneath it there was also anger. She exhaled and rubbed her eyes.
“Maggie, I’m not doing it to upset you, believe me.” The pained expression that Maggie held disappeared, and a smile that looked far too sweet and forced curved her lips.
