A throat clears loudly behind us, and I toss my gaze over my shoulder. Speaking of… “Hey, Dr. Rexwell.”
“Poppy, you have truly amazed me. I can rarely say that.”
“Not so bad working with a dancer, is it?”
“No, young lady, but you’ve set the standard.”
I fist pump both arms and fall back, relying on Evin to support me. “Medical Journal Miracles, here I come!”
This gains another roar of laughter as Evin juggles me to a sitting position.
“Most of this crowd is set on hitting a bar. You make the call.”
I scrub my nails along his cheeks and jaw. “Darby and Ashlyn aren’t pregnant and have sitters, all our crew is together for the first time in forever, and Scottie’s wearing that fabulously gaudy suit. Tonight, we celebrate. Let’s recreate our first night in this city, except this time you’ll kiss me on the dance floor, and at the end of the night we’ll end up naked and sweaty.” The last part is whispered for only his ears.
His eyes flare, his fingers digging into my ass. “Fine by me, but Scottie stays clear of me.”
“I heard that, Evin Graham!” Scottie yells.
“Will you let her down so the rest of us can congratulate her?” Annie hustles up.
A movement to the side catches my attention. Karen is hugging the wall, her face carved with anxiety. A stitch tugs at my heart, and I climb down, shooting Evin and Annie a silent message. He sighs unhappily, taking my hand.
He’s not letting me go alone.
“Hey, Karen.”
“Poppy, you were….” she trails off and swallows hard, “… exceptional. Your performance was breathtaking.”
“Thank you, it was kind of you to come.”
“There is nowhere else I’d rather be.”
The sincerity of her words has me reaching over to touch her arm. Regardless of her choice to be here, it was a tough decision. “Have you heard from Tasha?”
“She’s with her sober companion. Marco and I will meet with her in a few days.”
“I hope that goes well.”
“If I would have gotten her help years ago, maybe this wouldn’t be my life.”
“Don’t,” Evin growls, tugging me protectively to his side. “Deal with your guilt on your own time.”
She nods like a scolded child.
“We’re having celebratory drinks at the bar by the casino if you’d like to join.”
Evin’s grip tightens with disapproval.
“I don’t know if it’s appropriate.”
“I’m inviting you, Karen.”
Her spine straightens, and she pastes on a grin. “If the star of the show extends an invitation, it’s rude to decline. I’d love to join your family to celebrate.”
“Cool. Let’s go.”
I pivot to find the area abandoned, except for Dante and Ryanne. Their faces are blank, waiting for my lead.
It’s all good, I mouth.
“Marco and Grady have one job at the bar, they better not fuck it up,” Evin grumbles.
“Marco and Grady rarely fuck up, especially recently when it comes to Poppy,” Karen adds from behind.
“Jesus, I know it. Counting the goddamned days until we leave for our honeymoon and these fuckers get out of our space.”
“Don’t count on it, Chris Hemsworth. Andrew and I will be joining at some point. We need a vacation,” Ryanne calls back.
I’m too busy holding in my laughter to realize he’s bent mid-step until an arm sweeps my knees off the ground. He jogs us down the stairs to the theatre entrance, holding me close.
“It’s a good thing I had the foresight to keep our location a secret. Ryanne’s going to be pissed when she shows in Hawaii and we’re halfway around the globe. Serves her right.”
At this, I lose the fight and howl.
Epilogue
Evin
Poppy drops her head, her hair tickling my thighs as she arches her chest. My thumb swipes across her nipple before running along the script below.
Her hips tilt, and she grinds down hard. “Oh, God,” she moans.
My stomach tightens when she cups my balls and rolls them between her fingers. “Get there, baby.”
“Not yet.”
I thrust upward, knowing I’ve hit the right spot when she screams into the room. Her body spasms as she comes apart, her muscles clenching my cock. She rocks back and forth, slowly lifting her head. The glittery blue of her eyes sears into my skin. My dick pulses inside her, ready to blow at the fiery hunger piercing into me. She smiles proudly, swiveling her hips.
She’s a fucking siren, taunting me, challenging me, seeing how far she can go. Warning bells ring in my brain, and with a swift move, she’s on her back.
My cock swells, driving into her hard, over and over until she’s writhing, chanting soft pleas. Her thighs flex around my waist, spurring me harder.
“Give it to me,” I demand.
“Too good,” she moans in pleasure, then yells, her muscles rippling impossibly tight.
“Shit.” Sweat rolls down my back at the electrifying sensations firing through me.
Our sex life was always explosive, but since the day we landed in Bora-Bora on our honeymoon, something changed. Her adventurous side came out, and I was introduced to a new side of my wife.
I’ve openly admitted wanting to live inside Poppy, and she’s taken me up on it. If we’re not working, or with family, we’re wrapped in each other. Every morning, I wake up ravenous for her, unable to get enough. Her body responds to the slightest touch, ready for me.
Like now, the desperation to possess her, worship her, claim her with each stroke consumes me. I slam into her again and again, watching my cock disappear with each stroke.
“So fucking sexy seeing you take me.”
“Yes…”
The desire in her voice bleeds through, telling me she wants more.
“You feeling needy this morning?”
“That first one is always for you,” she whimpers.
“Fuck yeah, it is.”
She may soak in the pleasure, but her first orgasm of the day always belongs to me. Giving me the satisfaction of seeing her shatter apart for me and only me. Forever.
My speed increases, pummeling harder until she’s thrashing again. My mouth goes to her tit, sucking hard, and she shatters again, this
