“You know what this means, don’t you?” Braden asks Poppy inconspicuously.
“What?”
“It’s baby-making time.” Braden’s brows go up and down again, causing Poppy to laugh.
“Well, you can practice, but it doesn’t happen overnight. I need to be off birth control first.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I plan on practicing a lot, Mouse. In fact, let’s go get started.”
She giggles as he ushers her toward the door.
They can’t seem to go fast enough. With their books safely wrapped and in a shopping bag, their steps become quicker and quicker, eager for what comes next.
Poppy still can’t believe how perfect the night turned out and almost forgets about the surprise she has underneath until they rush into the bedroom.
“Wait… wait,” she pants out between the frantic kisses Braden bestows while leading her to the bed.
He pulls back abruptly in concern. “Why? What’s wrong? I thought you were just as eager to consummate our engagement.”
“Consummation is for the wedding,” she corrects with a giggle. “This would be celebrating. But first, I have a present for you.”
“Can you give it to me after we’re done celebrating?” He frowns, causing her to smile.
“Nope. Turn around so I can go grab it.”
He growls in frustration but does as instructed. No isn’t in his vocabulary when it comes to Poppy. “You’re killing me, Mouse. My cock is so ready that he might hold this against you.”
“We’ll see what he thinks after the surprise.” She goes to the closet to act as if she’s getting something so he won’t hear her remove the dress, which she hurries to do, leaving her shoes on.
She’s excited for the big reveal but also self-conscious as she stares at herself in the mirror. She’s never worn sexy lingerie before and isn’t sure if she can pull it off. She feels like an imposter trying to be someone she’s not.
With a final calming breath, she exits and clears her throat. “You can turn around now.”
The instant he does, his lungs quit working. Is this the woman he just proposed to moments ago, or has she been replaced with a siren? There’s no way this is his mouse—the shy girl who blushes every time he spanks her ass cheek or uses the word pussy.
She’s not sure what to make of his silence, whether he’s trying to hold back from laughing or if he likes it. If he doesn’t say anything soon, she’s going back to the closet and stripping out of her humiliating attempt to be sexy.
She should have known better. This isn’t her. She’s… boring and nothing like what he was used to having before her. Poppy doesn’t usually let Braden’s past reputation bother her, but at a time like this, it’s impossible not to wonder if she’s not enough.
“It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I’ll take it off.” She begins to turn around but quickly freezes at his command.
“Don’t you dare move. That is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I just need a moment to soak it in.”
He’s never seen her in anything like that. The netted full-body catsuit and high heels have his dick leaking in appreciation. He reaches down to adjust his cock, which is suddenly rock-hard and painfully constricted.
Poppy notices and, feeling a little braver now that he appears to appreciate her purchase, cocks her hip and offers to help. “Would you like a hand with that?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” He unbuckles his belt. “Let’s start with your mouth.” His cock bounces free as he lowers his pants, then strokes himself as he tells her what to do. “I want you to walk to the end of the bed, so I can enjoy the view, then stop and crawl to me on your hands and knees.”
He was so turned on from the moment he laid eyes on her that he couldn’t help but become a beast. He also knows Poppy secretly likes a little degradation, and with that outfit, that’s precisely what he’ll give her.
He continues jerking his cock in anticipation as she lowers to the ground and crawls toward him. She moves slowly to prolong the show, making his balls bluer by the second. By the time she’s nearly to him with her sexy ass in the air, wiggling side to side, he almost changes course and plunges into her from behind, but the image of her servicing him while in that getup has him holding out.
When she stops before him, she looks up, awaiting instruction. Poppy prefers when he takes control and tells her exactly what to do. It’s her favorite way to play and always has her panting for more.
“Up on your knees, hands behind your back,” he orders.
She’s practically dizzy from desire, his dominance causing her to pant in lust.
