Running From Love
“This night, this moment, felt as monumental as the first night Poppy had returned to his room with him. He slid his keycard into the lock and pushed open the door. Poppy’s green backpack and red carry-on were all that remained of the multitude of her belongings that they’d crammed into the storage locker in Parpetai. Poppy walked into his room. Her sundress high on her thigh. The curve of her perfect ass accentuated as she walked.
Heat coiled and tightened his belly. He walked up behind her and... the door slammed shut behind him. Poppy was his, if only for one more night. He banished the thoughts of loss from his mind. His fingertips touched the hem of her short skirt. She leaned her head back into his chest. Yes, yes. Her body so warm and willing. He ran his fingertips over the tight soft flesh of her thighs and brought her dress up over her head. His lips brushed against her neck. A magic spot for Poppy. A spot that left her breathless and pressing into him. No words. There would be no words right now, only this clenching need in his back and the heat that trembled through his legs.MoreLess
Heat coiled and tightened his belly. He walked up behind her and... the door slammed shut behind him. Poppy was his, if only for one more night. He banished the thoughts of loss from his mind. His fingertips touched the hem of her short skirt. She leaned her head back into his chest. Yes, yes. Her body so warm and willing. He ran his fingertips over the tight soft flesh of her thighs and brought her dress up over her head. His lips brushed against her neck. A magic spot for Poppy. A spot that left her breathless and pressing into him. No words. There would be no words right now, only this clenching need in his back and the heat that trembled through his legs.MoreLess
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