Page 54 of Poppy Kisses
Poppy
What was I doing? I snapped back to focus on my laptop. Jensen had run to pick up Auggie from school. My body hummed from the minutes before he left. The way that man could twist me up should be illegal.
I could barely concentrate during my daily sessions. For the last four days, I stared at the clock, and an hour before school pickup, I went to the shop and got an orgasm and then I gave one—in that order. Each. Day.
I wanted more. Having his fingers in me or his tongue on me wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel him moving in me. But if we had sex… I had always been left disappointed with my previous partners. Would Jensen feel the same about me? He’d been married to every man’s dream. Hassie hadn’t needed him to help coach her through a business. Hassie probably hadn’t needed to do much to blow his mind with a climax. Just seeing her naked probably rocked his world more than I ever could.
I scrubbed my hands down my face. I wasn’t this insecure. Okay, I was, but not about me.
Maybe a little.
I could sit and spiral, or I could talk to someone. I picked up my phone and tapped into the text thread with my sisters.
Poppy: Can anyone meet me for a drink tonight?
I didn’t have to wait long.
Violet: Evander’s going to throw me out of the house if I say no, so yes. I need a night out.
Lily: I’m in. Where?
Clover: You guys are making me jealous. I’m two states away, but I’ll have a drink in solidarity for whatever Poppy’s going through when I’m out with Elijah tonight.
My lips curled into a sneer when I read her boyfriend’s name. Ugh. My appreciation crowded out my disgust. Clover could tell something was going on, and I hadn’t said a word.
Lily: OMG, what’s wrong? I’m so clueless.
Poppy: I need you to talk sense into me.
Clover: Bone him.
I laughed out loud, the sound bouncing off the walls.
Poppy: NO. I said talk sense into me.
Violet: I have to admit I agree with Clover.
Poppy: Then just let me get drunk and tell you why I shouldn’t. Meet me at 7, downtown, where Lily plays darts.
Violet: Deal.
Clover: To keep me in the loop—this is Daddy Jensen, right?
Poppy: Gross, Clover.
Clover: Bet that’s not what you said when his tongue was down your throat.
My cheeks heated, and I slid my phone across the desk. Jensen and Auggie would be back soon, and Jensen said he’d grill hot dogs and brats tonight. I was stupidly excited about something so simple.
My phone buzzed. I wasn’t going to look at it, but the all caps made it irresistible.
Clover: OHMYGOD HIS TONGUE’S BEEN DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!!
I groaned. I’d busted myself. Might as well not try and hide it since that was what I needed to talk to my sisters about.
Poppy: That’s not the only place it’s been.
Poppy: I owe you for that bet. He doesn’t have a tattoo of Hassie.
