Page 24 of Poppy Kisses (Return to Coal Haven #3)

Chapter Eleven

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.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“It’s not going to take much.” I gripped the armrests as need slammed into me.

She slid the boxers over the crown of my dick, and it popped free like it’d been suffocating for months. More like years.

I lifted my gaze from the way I was straining for the ceiling with her tanned hand wrapped around the base to the interested way she was studying my package.

Her eyes were bright and there was an anticipation there.

She wanted to do this. She wanted to wrap those full pink lips around the tip of the crown and take me inside her mouth as far as I’d go.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’d keep doing it. Forever. I had a beautiful woman on her knees in front of me and she wanted to pleasure me. She didn’t act like it was a chore. She claimed it was to get even, but that look on her face said differently.

Then she licked her lips.

Just as she was leaning in, I grasped her chin. “You’re pretty goddamn amazing, you know that?”

“Because I’m going to suck your dick?”

Well, yes. “Because you look at me like you want to.”

“Because I do.” She tightened her grip and gave me a pump. Fuuuuck. I rolled my hips into her exquisite touch. She rubbed her cheek against my palm. “You make me want to give you the same pleasure you gave me or die trying.”

“You’re already giving me more than I’ve ever had.”

A flash of confusion preceded her disbelief. “I’m already on my knees. Are you going to let me suck you off or not?”

“Yes. Very much yes.” I peeled my finger and thumb from her chin.

She gave my shaft another stroke and then dropped her head. All air froze in my lungs when her lips wrapped around my crown.

“Fuck, Poppy.” A tentative lick had me gripping the armrests of my office chair.

She moaned and sucked me in as far as I could go. I jerked against the chair, and she clung to my hip with her free hand.

I sucked in marginal amounts of air as the sensations she caused overpowered me.

I was but one giant aroused nerve. I charged toward my peak, unable to hold off the orgasm so I could enjoy this a little bit longer.

But I’d be reliving it every night in bed.

During every shower. I’d have my hand wrapped around my cock, and I’d strive to replicate the bold licks of her tongue.

“Poppy, your mouth feels like heaven. I’m going to come.”

She moaned in response. It was my undoing.

I tangled my hand in her curls. “I can’t hold back.” It was a warning. She needed to save herself before I unloaded like I never had before.

She didn’t back off. I flipped over the edge, tumbling head over heels as I orgasmed. She licked and sucked, and instead of a quick climax, I came and came and came. The chair’s wheels scraped against the floor, and I nearly yanked the armrests off.

Shudders racked my body when she finally released me.

My dick popped free of her mouth and cool air wafted over my glistening shaft.

All I wanted to do was curl up with her, but she wiped her mouth and sat back on her heels.

No, that wouldn’t do. I gathered her into my arms and onto my lap.

I buried my face into the crook of her neck. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Good.” She settled against me. We fit perfectly. “It’s a bad idea. Right?”

“You giving me head before school pickup is a great idea.”

She giggled and poked my shoulder. “No. Fooling around. But orgasms before the school run do sound like a good deal.”

She wasn’t ready to sleep with me and she might never be.

We’d be married, but I’d have months to get to know her.

To show her that this wasn’t a bad idea.

That maybe we weren’t a mistake. What crackled between us wasn’t a fluke.

It wasn’t something we should just ignore.

Already, this arrangement was working better than what I’d experienced before.

She’d moved to Coal Haven just when I was resigning myself to a long single life. I was marrying this woman. It might be a business deal, but…what if it wasn’t? What if we fanned these flames and made a fire that wouldn’t burn out from disinterest and a lack of priorities?

She hadn’t indicated she wanted more, and I wasn’t going to ask. The days of begging for a woman’s affection were over. But if she wanted to explore our chemistry? I was there for it.