Page 45 of Filthy Mouth
My eyes flicked up to see her leaning on her elbows, watching me.
I pressed a kiss to her messy little cunt, eyes locked on hers.
“You’re most welcome, Princess.”
I was fucking doomed. Poppy was wife number three without a shadow of a doubt. Deep down, I’d always known.
Fuck. I needed to call Magnus.
“You relax, Princess. I’ll be right back,” I said, grabbing my phone off the nightstand.
I didn’t wait for her response. I left the bedroom, strode into my dressing room, and jabbed at his number.
Pacing tight, heart hammering, I nearly wore a hole in the rug before he finally answered.
“Magnus.”
“…Benedict. You sound like death warmed over. What the fuck have you done now?”
“I’m fucked.”
“You usually are. Be more specific.”
“No, you don’t get it. I’m actually fucked. She’s—oh, fuck. She’s wife number three,” I exhaled.
“You’re marrying a fake prostitute?” he chuckled.“She sounds like a better choice than Rachelle and Cassie.”
“Her mouth,” I groaned.“Oh, God, the things she does with that damn mouth.”
“Mate, I don’t need to know this.”
“You don’t understand. I don’t want to become pussy-whipped like you,” I whined, remembering the way he nearly cried at his vows.
Silence.
“Hello?”
Silence.
The bastard had hung up on me.
And to be fair…I deserved it—this time.
My phone buzzed and I read his message.
Magnus:Don't be a dickhead. She is a Winborne. Marry her.
I stood naked in my dressing room, staring at the words, thinking of the woman in my bedroom and trying not to compare her to my past.
Could I live without Poppy by my side? Could I give her up knowing what I knew? We were like a blazing fire together. I looked past my fear and knew the answer.
Poppy Sarah Blythe was mine to woo and keep. I had six months, and the clock was ticking.
Chapter 18
Poppy
The work was complete, and the floor was finally mine. If I started from the far corner, the open wet room would come first, along with the matching tiled shelving for accessories and towels. The hidden toilet would have its own partition, and the rest of the space would transform into a high-end sex dungeon. If this worked out, it would be one more skill Iona Designs could flaunt in our portfolio.
