Page 71 of Never Have I Ever

“Coming,” I reply, worry plaguing me if I let her out of my sight. What if something happens again?

Poppy’s washing her mug in the sink.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say. We can do it later.

“I like a clean kitchen.”

It’s center stage for her profession, so I’ll respect that. I tend to be neat myself. “Hey.” I sit on a barstool in front of her. “Is there anything you want to do today?”

Her grin gives her away. “I know exactly what I want to do with you.” The sexy vixen. She says, “Go grocery shopping.”

“Okay, not what I was expecting.”

Coming around, she kisses my cheek too chastely for my liking. “Why? What were you thinking?” Fucking you on the patio and then maybe over the kitchen island. Going down on you in the shower and then a solid nap.

Fuck. I rub the back of my neck, knowing this hard-on isn’t going down on its own. Do I take care of it privately or let the supermarket take care of it? “Nothing. How much time do you need?”

“I’ll be ready in five.” The supermarket wins this time . . . I shift my dick and follow her into the bedroom, watching her ass. It’s not helping, but it’s a beautiful sight.

Without turning back, she asks, “You going to walk around like that, or do you need some assistance?”

“Are you offering?”

She spins, her back suddenly pressing to the doorframe. Her eyes lock on mine as she starts to slide down. “I am.” When her knees hit the floor and her hands take hold of the waistband of my shorts, my cock becomes steel for her.

I wasn’t prepared for visitors, so I never managed underwear this morning. I’m not upset about the easier access. One less obstacle keeping me from Poppy’s mouth. My shorts fall to the floor, my dick bobbing in anticipation for her. Running her hands up the back of my legs, she looks up once more—stunning green, brown, and gold mixing in her eyes as she stares up at me. “No warm-up needed, then.”

Sliding my fingers into the top of her hair, I pull her closer, craving her mouth around me too much for patience once the offer was on the table. Her eyes close as she tilts her head back. Taking a deep breath, she appears to lean into the gentle tug of her hair.

It’s not the first time she’s sucked me, but the need in my belly is too hungry to make light or wait. I angle my erection with my other hand and move closer. “You going to take all of me?”

Her eyes open, her gaze on me, as her hand wraps around my length. “I’m going to have you thinking about this every second for the rest of the day. And when we get home, you will return the favor.”

“You say that as if it’s a threat.” Cupping her by the chin, I say, “It will be my pleasure.”

Her tongue dips out to tease my end, and then she opens her mouth nice and wide and takes me in.

“Sausage or ham?” The question is posed an hour later at the store, but I’m still thinking about how I came in her mouth.

Fuck me. Her magic mouth performed a Houdini act when she took me deep into it. She was right. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how fucking incredible it felt to get off like that.

“Laird?” I’m poked in the stomach, causing my abs to tense.

“Yeah?” I grab her finger, and ask, “What?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Men are so easy to please.” Holding up the packages of deli meat, she says, “I’m getting both. Genoa is good with you, right? I was thinking for sandwiches. I can get pepperoni if you prefer.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever thought this much about sausage before.”

She starts walking away from the cart while still talking, “I love to cook but not every meal.”

Hunching down, I rest my forearms on the grocery cart and catch up to her. “For sure. Do I get to try the chicken pesto?”

I’m shot dead with a glare. “I’m not sure if you deserve it after I went to the trouble and it ended up in the garbage.”

“It only ended up in the garbage because you put it there.” I’m still laughing when I see some asshole checking her out. Lifting my chin, I make sure he’s on the receiving end of a silent threat. He looks away but then back again like he might recognize me. I spin the hat around and pull the bill lower on my brow. “It sounds amazing,” I say, trying to act like nothing happened.

She bounces on her sneakers when she spots something on the shelf. “They’re always out of these olives.” I’m not sure I’ve been excited over olives, but I can support her enthusiasm.

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