Page 89 of Pride and Privilege

“We could still do them. Would you like to go out with me, Poppy Fields? We could get dinner together.”

“Are you forgetting fried chicken from Cluck’N’Tuck?”

“No, how could I forget that?”

She grinned. “You ate filthy fried chicken for me. I should have known then.”

“And kissed you on the flimsiest of pretexts.”

“That, too.”

She grinned even more wickedly. “Maybe you’re only saying it now because you just got laid.”

He huffed a laugh. “Ithasbeen a while.”

“You only have yourself to blame for that.”

He let out a long breath, looked up at the ceiling, making himself feel the full regret of that. “I know.” Then he looked back at her, serious now. “But that’s not why I’m saying it.”

“I know,” she said quietly, serious too.

There was the liquid glow of tears in her eyes. He watched her wrestle them back, draw a smile onto her face instead. She was pleased, she was embarrassed, she was a bit frightened of this moment, had never been here before, didn’t quite know what to do with it, was scared of fully believing in it. He knew all that. Because he knew her, and because he felt it, too. Except the fear. Somehow, he couldn’t feel afraid. Not of loving Poppy.

“Was it worth the wait?” She said it with a slanted grin. Her hand was on his chest, ran slowly over his skin to his shoulder. She seemed to like the curve of muscle there, the dip where theball of it met his bicep. He moved his hand up her body, from hip to waist, knowing it would make the muscle flex, watching her watching it. He smiled to himself, boyishly smug.

“Yes. Worth the wait. Though I also feel we have some catching up to do.”

“You once promised me all night.”

The words were followed by a deep blush. Interesting. Because he remembered the moment, too. But he hadn’t thought it was one she would want to recall.

“Did I?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

Her blush deepened, and she nodded quickly. “That first night, at your flat…”

“And what did I say?”

“You asked if I could take you all night.”

Maybe he was tormenting himself by making her say it out loud, because the rush of arousal he felt left his thoughts swimmy, his balls aching. Oh fuck, he wanted her again, needed to be inside her right that second.

“I was extremely horny,” he said lightly, as though his mind wasn’t already submerged in filth.

She lifted herself on her elbow, and the spark in her blue eyes, the curve of her smile as she pressed a kiss to the bare skin of his shoulder, told him he was fooling no one.

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” she teased. And then, before his dumb brain could come up with a response, she was kissing her way down his body—down his ribs, his stomach, his hip.Ah, Jesus fuck…Her breath was warm over the tight skin of his cock. She looked up his body as she caught her hair up in one hand, pulled it out of the way over her shoulder. She smiled and then…

He groaned as she took him into her mouth, took him straight in, deep, her lips closing as far down his shaft as she couldtake him, her hand gripping the base, her tongue pressed to the underside, already moving, tight and warm and—

He didn’t even know what noise he made, but she seemed to like it, gave a small hum that vibrated through him and made his hips move, made his hand wrap into her hair.Don’t fucking stop, just like that, yes, fuck…

Pleasure took him, shattered his thoughts, left him fragments: Poppy’s head moving, her hair glinting, red copper against his fingers, the wet slide of her mouth, warmth and pressure and how the fuck had he denied himself this for so long and did it normally feel this good or was it just her, was it Poppy? Poppy Fields sucking his dick as though she loved it… She moaned again and—

“Stop…” He found her cheek, her jaw, guided her off him and back up. “I want you. I need to fuck you again.”

She just nodded, flushed, lips pink and wet. He kissed her a little wildly, crazily, praising her mouth with his tongue, then shifted position, found her pussy soaking wet and went to worship there with licks and kisses, technique out the window. Beyond thought, primal now, he flipped her onto her belly, held her down with one hand on her backside as he reached for the other condom—thank fuck there were three—

The hand holding her slipped between her thighs, plunged inside her as she bucked against the mattress, panting.

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