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“I bet you say that to all the woman.”
Her voice is quiet. I can tell she doesn’t mean what she says. It’s my job to convince her I’m for real.
“No, Poppy.” I run the back of my hand along the side of her face. Her skin feels so good I can't help but let out a deep, guttural groan. “This isn’t some cheesy chat-up line. This is me laying my heart on the line. Telling you how I feel.
“Since the very first time I met you, I knew you were the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know it’s not professional. But that’ just the way it is.
“You’re perfection personified. And I’ll make you mine, or die trying.”
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Poppy
I knowI shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself.
Perfection personified.
Die trying.
No man has ever spoken to me like that before. No man has ever looked at me the way Jacob is looking at me right now.
His thick, deep British accent is doing things to my body I never knew possible.
I need to know what it feels like to have him inside me.
I need to know whether this thing between us is real.
“I can't believe this is happening.” I wrap my fingers around his hand and press my body against him. “We’ve only just met.”
“Have we?” He brushes his lips against my face. His hand slides down my side and grips my hip. I can feel his erection through his pants. Big and hard and full of power. Just like him. “I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”
Our lips collide in a frenzy of passion. It’s the best kiss of my life. Stars twinkle in front of my eyes. My heart thunders in my chest like the beating of a giant drum.
Jacob picks me up and carries me over to the fireplace.
There’s an honest to god rug on the floor. He lays me down on it and then stands over me.
The fire flickers off his sharp, angular features. The warmth from the flames heats me and makes me horny.
Jacob undoes his belt. He throws it to the ground. There’s something about the way he moves. A passion. A violence.
This man is a wild beast just waiting to explode.
I slide my hand between my legs. He watches as I rub circles over my clit.
Jacob already has me doing things I never thought I’d do.
It’s exciting.
I feel like a porn star.
I’ve never been this turned on. This alive.
“Fuck me, Poppy.” His trousers fall to the floor and when I look up all I see is his huge fist strangling his rock-hard cock.
It’s so big it could block out the sun.
“You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” He pumps furiously at his length. I spread my legs and watch. “Tell me where you want it, Poppy? Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
