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“I need you to know I’m leaving once I finish my book.”

She looks up at me with clear blue eyes. “I’m not looking for more than that.”

“I want you, Poppy.”

Her mouth slightly parts as she admits, “I want you, Theo.”

The edges of my lips tip and I slowly shake my head at the name she gave me all those weeks ago. I run my hand to the back of her neck and pull her closer until our lips line up and I can feel her breath across my face. “No, not dream Theo. Me. Brax. And I want to show you how good we can be together.”

“But…” she starts to say.

I stop the doubts from leaving her mouth. We both want this. We both need this. “I’m not asking for forever. I’m asking for tonight. One night to act out all the ways I want to devour you and bring those fantasies to life.”

She moves closer and teases my lips with a gentle touch. I want to pump my fist in the air when she agrees, “One night.”

I ignore the voice inside my head that says one night will never be enough.

CHAPTER 11

POPPY

One night. I don’t voice my doubts that one night will be enough, at least not for me. I part my lips and let his tongue tangle with mine. With his hand on the back of my neck, he pulls me in closer and thrusts his tongue deeper into my mouth. My hands inch up his shoulders and thread through the soft strands of his hair. He tilts my head to the perfect angle to kiss me harder, deeper, desperately. Wow, how he does. He kisses me until I’m nothing more than a puddle at his feet.

He groans and pulls back. “Bedroom now.”

Dazed by the loss of his kiss, I blink and simply nod. I’m incapable of any other form of communication. Desire hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced beats through the blood in my veins as he takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom.

I’ve never been in his room. Freeya asked for me to read her a bedtime story tonight and this is the first time I’ve even stepped foot in their wing, but heck, his bedroom could be gilded with gold and diamonds and I wouldn’t notice. All I can focus on is the heated look in his eyes.

Being wanted this intensely sets something inside me free. I’ve never felt this level of need before. On the other hand, I’ve never wanted anyone as fiercely as I want Theo…Brax.

The door clicks shut behind me and I’m back in his arms. There are no gentle touches or coaxing strokes. Our need for each other is raw with smashed lips, banging teeth, and clawing hands as we rip each other’s clothes off.

Standing before him in nothing but my flushed skin, the heat from his gaze is all I need to keep warm. My eyes take in all the man-flesh before me and I shudder. One look at his thick, hard, weeping cock and I give a low moan, wanting to drop to my knees.

Instead I wrap my arms around him and feel an overwhelming urge to climb him like a tree. I briefly consider that I am kissing my boss, but when his lips move down my neck sending a shiver straight to the needy area between my legs, the thought of this not being a smart move morphs into the best idea ever.

My pelvis gets on board, grinding into him. He’s hard. Impressively hard. That feeling of fierceness from a few moments ago returns.

I did that to him. He wants me.

A rush of heat radiates like fingers of sparks from his cock to my core. My back hits the wall and, for a split-second, we break apart. Our eyes clash and I know he’s remembering our first encounter.

A teasing light enters his eyes and a devilish smirk quirks his lips. He leans close, nudging my cheek with his nose. “I guess I am going to ravish you after all.”

My hands glide down his arms, my fingers dig into the firm muscles I find there. “Oh, my God, yes. Please, yes,” I beg in a gruff voice that sounds needy.

His palms travel down my back, cup my ass, and he squeezes, sending an exhalation of air through my lips. Running one hand down my thigh, he grasps my calf and wraps it around his hip, pressing his cock along my overheated core. I brace myself as best I can as the hard length of him thrusts forward, tearing his lips from mine.

“It’s crazy what you do to me,” he pants as the hand not holding my leg around his hip inches upward over my ribs to cup one breast. His thumb brushes over the hardened tip and my head drops backward with a thud when he dips down and kisses the valley between. Running his tongue down between the globes and around the crest of each mound, he foregoes the main event of my nips.

“This isn’t looking good,” I mumble.

He lifts his head with a quizzical brow and asks, “What?”

Did I say that out loud?

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and heat rushes to my face. Then it clicks and he chuckles.

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