Page 20 of Blurred Love

Don’t do it, I tell myself.

But of course, I don’t listen. I open the picture app and look at the picture I took of Poppy tonight. She’s sitting across from me, smiling in that sweet way she has, and instantly, I’m hard again.

I groan as I lie back on the bed and bring the phone up. Her hair is in curls around her head. Her blue eyes are big and expressive. I wonder if she knows I can almost always guess what she’s thinking just by looking into her eyes?

Her lips are smiling, and the pink stain on her lips from earlier is fading, but they still look full and kissable.

I can just imagine what they will feel like wrapped around my dick.

With a groan, I know what I have to do. I need a release, and I need it now.

I wrap my palm around my girth and stroke from root to tip. Cum leaks from my tip, and I coat my hand with it before stroking up and down.

I close my eyes, and images from our date tonight play out in my head as I grip myself tighter.

Poppy in her food truck looking out the window for me.

How she tilts her head when she’s looking up at me.

The way she licks her lips when she’s staring at me.

How she shifts her hips when she’s straddling my lap.

The feel of her pressed against me…

I can’t stop.

I’m so close.

I open my eyes and look at my phone screen. Poppy is smiling back at me, all innocent and happy, and I grunt as I pump my release into my hand.

“Poppy,” I groan, needing her name on my lips as much as I need to be inside her.

I lay my head back on the bed, my hand still around my dick. I need to clean up, but I don’t want to.

I want to lie right here and think about Poppy and everything I want to do to her.

My phone rings, and the image of Poppy is gone. In its place is the caller ID for Walker. Fuck!

I reach for a tissue on the nightstand and do my best to clean up as I answer the phone. “Walker.”

He doesn’t waste time with niceties. “I need you.”

For just a second, I feel a plague of darkness. In previous days, when Walker would say that to me, I would have to be prepared to go on a mission. I wouldn’t know the details or how long I’d be gone. Hell, I barely knew where I was going until I was there. But these days, it’s different. By the time Walker calls me in, the team is already on a mission, and I’m needed to do something online. And I usually have to do it fast.

I pull up my underwear and stomp through the house to get to my computers. “I’m here. What’s up?”

He tells me what’s going on and what my mission is.

I know for the rest of the night, I’m going to busy tracking the movement of dignitaries in some small foreign country. I’ll be tracking their every movement and figuring out what their plans are next. I know my job is important and what I do can to make the difference between life and death.

But a part of me wants to call up Poppy and talk to her.

It’s hours later when I realize I have a text message.

When I see it’s from Poppy, I open the message and read.

“I can’t sleep. I’m thinking about tonight.”

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