TWENTY-THREE
“Babe—”
“No relationship,” Poppy said, squeezing him, pulling him. “I won’t be your girlfriend. We won’t date. No future. We’re free agents. Just two people who happen to enjoy being n***d together… Use me for your pleasure… Use me for sex.”
Sinking lower, he loomed over her. “I have rules.”
“Screw your rules,” she said, still working her hand over his c**k as her leg slithered up over his thigh. “Screw me, First… Why are we fighting this? We can’t be together, but we never got this part wrong. We were always good at this part. Stop fighting it, baby… Stop fighting me.”
When he peeled one side of the shirt away from her breast, she arched up, proud of her body in a way she’d never been before.
His warm, rough palm ascended to squeeze her. “You’re a d**g, Candy-Cane.”
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