Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Prick.
“You know what’s really crazy?” she snickers, and the intrigue to what could be crazier than what she’s already shared has both Vance and me inclining toward her. “If he had told me he wanted to bring another man into our relationship, I would’ve been okay with it.” She shrugs and then laughs again. “If he would’ve shared him.” Her voice rises in volume. “But I don’t think he’s into women at all.” She shakes her head. “He never wanted to fuck me, so I thought maybe I wasn’t sexually attractive. I’d try all sorts of things, but he would always balk.”
“Sounds like he’s the crazy one,” Vance drawls.
I can’t believe the way she’s speaking, causing me to question everything I’d thought about her. Hearing the word fuck come out of her mouth is making my head buzz with images of a thousand different positions I want to put her in. Maybe I had her wrong this whole time, and she’s not an innocent, little, budding flower but a full grown rose, still gorgeous, delicate, but with sharp thorns.
“He told me he didn’t like it when I got…” She squeezes her eyes closed, shaking her head again.
“Got what?” Vance and I move in unison toward her, desperate to hear what she will confess next.
She squirms and turns the phone away from her face so we can’t see her fully.
“Got what, Poppy?” I demand, grabbing her ankle and tugging her closer to us.
She squeals and then giggles. Getting onto her knees, she props her palms on my thighs then leans in to speak against my lips. “Wet.”
All the saliva evaporates from my mouth while Vance hisses beside me, his stupid devil horn smacking me in the face this time. “Definitely gay,” he remarks, his voice hoarse. I snatch his mask and toss it across the elevator.
“Tristan,” His tone has my cock throbbing in response.
Poppy lets out a dramatic sigh as she moves back to her corner. I hate the distance, even though it’s only a leg width apart. “If he had told me he was gay, I would’ve supported him, of course. But to lie about it and string me along?” She winces. “I don’t even know where I’m going to stay tonight. There aren’t any vacant hotels or seats on any flights to get back home.”
“You’re leaving?” I close my eyes to calm myself, trying to ignore the panic squeezing my lungs.
Her shoulders lift. “Apparently not. I’ll be staying on a bench somewhere.” Grumbling, she folds her arms and straightens out her legs, accidentally bumping mine with hers.
“You can stay with me.” I blurt without thought. Vance grimaces and shakes his head, covering his face with his hand. Who the fuck am I? I don’t offer for people to stay with me.
She’s not just people, though.
Poppy shuffles around, then her face appears inches from mine, her soft hands balancing on my thighs once more. When the scent of her vodka and vanilla breath hits me, I have to will myself not to reach out and close the distance with my lips. “Really?” She searches my eyes, her teeth scraping across her bottom lip.
“It’s better than a bench,” I shrug, and she fucking climbs onto my lap, making my heart gallop like a schoolboy getting to see tits for the first time. Her arms wrap around my neck as she buries her head into the crook of my neck. Her ass is cushioning my cock, which is now at full salute.
“Why?” she asks, pulling out of my neck and looking back at my face. She’s so fucking close, I could capture her lips by shifting about half an inch.
Vance’s hand appears between us, wrapping around her throat and tugging her towards him, drawing sharp inhales from us both and causing my cock to strain even more. It’s going to burst at this rate.
“Because you’ve been such a good girl this year.” He smirks, and then, to my utter fucking shock, crashes his lips to hers. Exhilaration saturates me when she greedily accepts his advance, her hips jolting forward, rocking against my lap and sending heat racing up my spine.
Suddenly, the elevator shudders, and the lights switch on, blinding us.
“Good news. We will have you moving in a few minutes.” The voice coming through the intercom has Poppy pushing away from us with a little squeak. I watch her sexy fucking body as she jumps to her feet, the lace of her panties the only thing keeping her pussy hidden from us. She’s a work of art. Nothing I imagined did her justice.
When she turns around to face us, she startles, looking at Vance, who gets to his feet. Poppy’s jaw goes slack, a hand landing on her chest like she’s seen a ghost.
What the hell happened? I look around the small space, standing up to see what spooked her, but it’s just us in here.