and sweating, Poppy gasped at the aftershock that quaked through her when he withdrew to flop down on the bed beside her.
In almost choreographed unity, she rose just enough to put her head on his chest as his arm moved to pull her against him.
They’d done it. Had sex. And as her eyes closed and her lips curled, Poppy found a different kind of satisfaction, something so much more profound than orgasm. Something life only dealt out once.
Poppy didn’t know how long she lay there, in his embrace, breathing with him. His next inhale seemed to be a prelude to words, before they could come to anything, his phone began to ring.
It just kept going until she gave his stomach a pat. “It’s okay.”
With that permission, he took his arm from around her to reach over and grab the device. “Yeah,” he answered, then there was a long silence where she just picked up the mumble of a voice on the line. “Well isn’t the—no, I know that… Okay, but I can’t…” Turner groaned. “Fine.”
The quick bark came just before the sound of the phone being tossed back on the crate.
“Will you lock the door on your way out?” she asked. “I’m going to take a shower.”
He rolled towards her. “Baby.”
Poppy touched his lips. “It’s okay,” she said, showing him a smile. “I’m your sex toy, not your girlfriend.”
The last thing she wanted to do was put any more pressure on him. It already crushed him from all sides.
“Baby, you’re not—”
“I want to be,” she said, bouncing closer to kiss him. “I’m yours…” she traced the outline of his lips with a fingertip. “For sex… anytime you want me.”
“I want you every second.”
She laughed. “Okay, well the point is to be something simple in your complicated life. And not to detract from your other responsibilities. That means when they call you, you go… and I’ll always be here for you to come back to.”
“Right here?” he asked, grabbing her ass to squeeze her close.
“Maybe not right here,” she said, unable to take her fingertips from his face. “But I’ll always be your sex toy.”
Ducking down, he sought her mouth. The kiss heated, going from easy to insane in the space of just a few seconds. When he eased her onto her back and began to move over her again, Poppy was quick to plant her hands on his shoulders to push him back.
Her smile was so broad that her cheeks ached. She loved how much he wanted her. “Work, First,” she said. On a groan, he shoved away, clearly in a mood about having to get up and leave their bed. “I’m on nine to five again tonight.”
He grabbed his clothes from the floor. “I don’t forget your shifts.”
Watching him get dressed, she didn’t envy that he was leaving their bliss. “I’m saying, you should rest up here again tonight… all week… if you want.”
He put his phone in his back pocket then dropped a fist to the bed to bow over her. “I’ll be here every day I can when you come home from work.”
Flattered, still basking in her afterglow, Poppy murmured, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, kissing her again.
Too soon, he took his mouth from hers and then he receded from the apartment, locking the door as she’d asked.
Poppy had lay down telling herself not to touch him. Now she’d be getting out of bed with his seed deep inside her. Quite the turn around, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.
TWENTY-FOUR
For the rest of that week, Poppy found him in her bed every time she got home from work. They slept until they woke up… which was when their fun began.
On her two off days, Poppy busied herself in the apartment until Turner came to visit. He popped in and out as often as he could. Sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes a few hours. They didn’t always bother with the necessity of going to bed, sometimes they just did it right there on the floor. His appetite for her never seemed to be sated. Having never been anyone’s sex toy before, she didn’t know if it was normal. She didn’t care. It worked for them; that was all that mattered.
Her shift the following week was five AM to one PM. That meant they got to spend some of the night together too. When she got home at lunchtime, after usually making excuses to Charley about why they couldn’t spend the afternoon together, Poppy would still find Turner in her