Poppy sucks in a gasp, her entire body jolting. She grips the island counter, breathing hard and fast, her cheeks turning pinker than her damn dress.
Satisfied, I tap the button again, putting her out of her misery, and with a slow grin, I close the distance between us, stopping right behind her and placing a hand on her waist, looking down at her. The quarter zip of her dress is at tit-level, and the sight of her cleavage drives me fucking insane, her nipples hard and poking through the thin material. Honestly, I’m about two seconds away from sayingfuck it,and pulling out of the damn tournament using diarrhea as an excuse. I’d much rather throw Poppy’s ass over my shoulder and take her upstairs, spend the day playing with her in bed, but of course, I don’t do that. I’m under contract.
Leaning closer, I breath her in, pressing my lips to her temple with a low, rasped, “Good girl.”
Poppy visibly shudders, but then she glances at me over her shoulder, her face like thunder as she grits out, “For the record, Ihateyou.”
I meet her blatant lie with a salacious wink, my grin turning cocky. “Come on,baby. Let’s go.”
When we pull up to the entrance of the private lot designated for the golfers, I wave to the fans waiting along the path outside the security checkpoint, nodding to the guard as he motions me in, and pulling up to my assigned parking spot, I turn to find Poppy gnawing on her plump bottom lip, a crease of concern digging between her eyebrows.
“Hey?” I reach over, cupping her cheek and forcing her gaze to meet mine, tugging on her lip with my thumb to free it from her teeth.
She looks at me, and I see a flicker of fear in her eyes that just about cuts me in two.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, my eyebrows knitting together.
“You’re not gonna, like, make a fool of me today… are you?” she asks, like she’s been genuinely worried about it since we left the house, and I swear to all that is holy, I feel my heart drop into the pit of my ass.
“What?” I rear back. “Of course not. I-I wouldnever.” I suddenly feel like a bag of shit. It was just meant for a sneaky bit of fun. I wanted to show her how good she could feel with a little help from a toy. “Poppy, I-I didn’t mean—” I shake my head, considering my words. “I didn’t mean any harm by it. If you want, you can remove it and we can forget all about it. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun. Our little secret.”
Her full lips twist to the side in apparent deliberation. “So, you promise you’re not going to make me have an orgasm on the ninth green in front of everyone?”
“I mean… as fuckinghotas that would be,” I start with a light laugh. Leaning in, I press a slow kiss to her cheek, lingering as I whisper, “All of your pretty orgasms are for my eyes only.”
I notice the way her smooth shoulder erupts in goosebumps, a shiver causing her body to shudder again, and I bite down on my smug smirk, sitting back in my seat and meeting her suddenly hazy eyes.
“Okay…” She smiles shyly, ducking her chin.
“Okay?” I double check.
She nods, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip again, like she’s trying to stifle a grin. But then she holds up a finger. “But… if I tell you to stop?—”
“I’ll stop,” I interject, holding my hands up in surrender and offering her an earnest look, because I need her to know that I’m so fucking serious. “You just say the word, and know that nomatter what, I will never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
She smiles, but her smile isn’t enough for me.
Meeting her eyes, I lower my voice. “No, I need you to believe that, Poppy. I need you to believe that you are safe with me.”
A somewhat watery smile curls Poppy’s lips as realization flashes in her eyes. “I believe you.”
I release the breath I’ve been holding, my shoulders sagging with relief. “Good.” The momentary heaviness in the car subsides, and I rub my hands together greedily, flashing her a mischievous grin, suddenly more excited than I’ve ever been heading into a round of golf. “I’m gonna make you squirm today, Pops.”
“Oh my God,” she mutters under her breath, hopping out of the car, and I chuckle, following suit.
The Vista Palms Pro-Am is really just an excuse to give the amateurs a chance at playing with a pro. I’ve been teamed up with Max, so today has been nothing but a casual round of golf that we just so happen to be winning, leading the board by seven with five holes left to play.
The crowd’s having fun, there’s music playing throughout the course, and no one is taking anything too seriously.
The only person who doesn’t appear to be having a blast is Poppy because I’ve been teasing her all day long with little bursts of vibrations when she’s least expecting it. The way her back stiffens, the way her chest hitches, the way her thighs instinctively clench together, the way her cheeks turn flush; fuck, I love being the only person here who knows what’s going on. My cock has been straining all fucking day.
Standing there with my golf bag next to her, Poppy looks as if she’s about ready to grab my nine iron and start swinging. I’mforced to tamp down my smirk as I approach her, handing her my putter. She snatches it from me, her tense, ticking jaw the only tell that she’s about three minutes away from losing her ever-loving shit.
“You good?” I ask with a knowing smirk, moving next to her.
Her eyes slide to mine, narrowing in a way that makes me have to press my lips between my teeth to stop myself from laughing.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I gently squeeze her side and lean in close, lowering my voice to a whisper. “Is that pretty little pussy aching, baby?”
