Page 52 of Poppy Kisses
He made me feel good, and I did the same for him. Could it be as simple as that?
“I need to think about it,” I said. We each had our end of the deal, and I couldn’t risk that for either of us.
“Take all the time you need.” He pushed off the island and adjusted himself. “I need to walk this off before we grab some lunch. Then we can make a plan of attack for the house.”
I watched him leave the kitchen before I scrambled into my shorts. My nipples remained tight peaks. My body thought his offer made so much sense. We were adults. He didn’t say I was convenient, but the idea plucked at my insecurity. I should tell him no. We couldn’t do this at all. But as I straightened my clothes to make sure I didn’t look like I was half stripped down, I was glad I didn’t tell him to quit touching me.
ChapterEleven
Jensen
My erection was going to kill me. At what point did I have to call a doctor? Technically, the damn thing had gone away, but it roared back with nothing but a thought. It hadn’t helped that I’d spent the whole day with her. I was taking refuge in my shop, but not much work was getting done. I had to pick up Auggie in a little over an hour.
She tried to hold back, but the more we talked, the more excited I got. I would be able to get in at the start. Instead of trying to match cabinets to the flooring and countertops, I would get to help pick the materials that would tie them all together.
An hour ago, Poppy had to run into the house for a tutoring session, so I pulled all sorts of examples. Tomorrow, we could go look at samples, but this way, she’d go in informed. Until then, my hormones could cool the hell down.
I was finally erection-free when she strolled back into the shop. She had two cans of sparkling water, but all I could see were her creamy tits with the rich pink nipples and the way she glistened for me.
A blush graced her cheeks. My expression must be absolutely feral. I dropped my gaze. This would be harder than I thought. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
I stayed sitting in my chair. “How’d it go?”
“A little rocky, but that’s working with kids. They have good days and bad days.” She approached the desk, and I gave up trying to keep my lecherous stare off her. The sway of her hips mesmerized me. “Whatcha got?”
I moved to get out of the chair, but she set her hand on my shoulder.
“Stay.” She spun me while sitting and patted my lap. “Can I sit?”
Lust punched me low. “I might beg you to.”
She was almost shy when she perched on my lap. I rested a hand at her hip and maneuvered through the tabs I kept open.
“I can get the hardwood looking…hard.” My concentration was obliterated. My erection raged back stronger than ever, and I was starting to sweat. The way her ass wiggled on me when she leaned over gave me all sorts of ideas about leaning her over the desk.
She did it again when she looked back at me. “How hard?”
“Christ, Poppy, I’m so fucking hard.”
She slid off my lap to her knees in front of me. I was dreaming. She went inside for her session, and I fell asleep at my desk. This wet dream was going to be amazing. But when she reached for my fly, cool clarity rushed in.
“What are you doing?” I knew what she looked like she intended to do. I knew what I wanted her to do. But this couldn’t be real. I’d been prepared to have a very abstinent marriage full of one-sided yearning.
“Making us even.” She reached for my crotch.
I put my hands on hers. “Christ, Poppy. You don’t have to do that. Don’t get me wrong, that tops my list of things I’d like to happen, but I don’t want you to do it out of obligation. I can behave myself.”
“You can behave yourself because you didn’t have the most powerful orgasm in your life. I can’t think, Jensen. It hasn’t been that long, but I could barely pay attention to my students. It’s not fair. You should have your brains scrambled too.”
Fuck, yes, I should. Scrambled so hard I didn’t recognize myself. That was a problem. I wasn’t thinking straight around her as it was. All the blood my brain needed was gone, filling my dick until I had no heartbeat but the one behind my zipper.
“Then we’d be even?” I should be shutting this down. I would’ve if she hadn’t laid out what her release had done to her. I didn’t need an eye for an eye. Pleasuring her had been enough while never being enough.
“Even Stephen.”
“Best orgasm I’ve ever had?”
Vulnerability traced through her features, but before I could dissect the reason it was there, she flipped the fly of my jeans open and the tips of her fingers grazed my erection through the fabric of my boxers.
