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“You’re thinking too hard.” Her sleepy voice breaks in my thoughts.
“Not at all,” I lie, dragging my fingers through her hair.
She peers up at me, her face filled with the morning sweetness I’ve come to love. This morning, there’s an extra glow about her that sends a wave of possession scoring through me.
“Honey, are you worried about what’s waiting for you at the office?”
“Hell no.”
“Then what’s on your mind?”
“Leaving you.”
“Nineteen days and eighteen nights,” she reiterates her countdown.
I don’t let on that she’ll see me before Charleston. Until I can get to the office and move Tessa into her role full-time, there is no reason to mention it.
My phone beeps with my wake-up reminder. “Baby, as much as I hate it, I have to get in the shower.”
“I’ll make your coffee.” She rolls to the side and I catch her around the waist.
“Room service will be here soon. You can go back to sleep.”
“I need to pack my things.”
“I’ve arranged for a late checkout, so you can stay here as long as you want. Have Dante and Ryanne come over and enjoy the pool.”
“It doesn’t seem right without you.”
“How about the spa?”
The phone beeps again, taking her eyes to the nightstand. “Go get in the shower and I’ll think about it.”
I kiss her quickly and grab my phone on the way to the bathroom. It’s not surprising that there’s a backlog of messages on my screen. I scan through them and groan at Mom's.
Evin—I’ve been patient enough and expect a call today. Enough of this texting crap. If you try to avoid me, Dad and I will be on your doorstep when you get home.
I reply with a simple: I’ll call.
The room fills up with steam, the hot spray doing little to ease the tension in my muscles. A blast of cool air hits me when the door opens. Poppy saunters in, coming straight to the shower. My cock grows harder with every step.
She steps in front of me, the water pelting down on her.
“Baby, we need to talk about your torture techniques.”
“I didn’t want to miss all the fun.” Her hand wraps along my dick, teasing lightly. “When you get in your shower in the mornings at home, this is what I want you to remember.”
I drop my head back, blowing out a whistle when she cups my balls and strokes me.
“You know, I could—” The implication is clear in her voice, and my head snaps up.
“No, you want to suck my dick, you do it when I can flip you around to ride my face.”
Her eyes widen, and she sucks her bottom lip through her teeth. “Nineteen days. Until then, show me how you do it.”
“Not as good as you, that’s a given.”
She grins, pressing her tits to my chest. “But I may need my own fantasies to keep me going. This time I want to see all of it.”
Shit, my sweet girl wants to get dirty.
I cover her hand with mine, increasing our speed, and hiss when she runs her thumb over my slit. “Fuck.”
“I learned that little trick last night.”
My chest tightens, wishing she learned everything last night, and I was the only man she’d ever touched. The caveman awakens.
“Open your legs.”
“Nope, I want the full experience of only you.”
“Not my style. Give me access, baby.”
“No.” She rolls my balls through her fingers and lifts, nipping at my neck.
“Fucking hell.”
“Kiss me, baby, and get ready.”
She gives me a quick kiss, grinning to my lips, meeting my eyes before glancing down and working me harder.
It builds quickly as I thrust my hips into our hands, feeling like a teenage boy. I explode, letting out a loud moan as she presses close, still massaging my balls.
“I’ve decided you’re never taking a shower alone if I’m around,” she rasps, leaning up and bringing her lips to mine. “It’s way too much fun.”
“I’ve been jacking my dick for over twenty years. You touch me and things change.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“You’re killing me.”
She lets go and steps back in the spray, washing her hair quickly. I may have just come all over us, but my cock is ready to go again. When she’s done and tries to scoot by, I tag her back and give her a hard kiss. “I’ll be right out.”
She dries off, watching me wash and smiling as she leaves.
I go through my routine, packing my things and wondering if I should leave it all here with her.
I walk out to find her loading my suitcase, wearing my shirt from last night. It swallows her tiny body, but knowing what’s underneath sends another surge of possessiveness through me.
“You shaved,” she comments, folding my suit carefully.
“Poppy, come here,” I demand roughly.
A knock brings both our attention to the door.
“I’ll get it!” she chirps.
“Like hell you will! You’re in nothing but my shirt.”
