Endless Obsession

“No!” she squeaks, straightening in her seat, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

It’s hard to hold in my laugh, but I manage. Instead, I lift an eyebrow and fake concern.

“Everything okay?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters. “Yes. Sorry.”

“You sure?”

Swallowing hard, she nods.

I retake my seat, placing my leg back against hers. She jerks away this time and I grin. I glance down and notice that her pert little nipples are pressing against her dress. Her breathing is coming a little faster than normal, and the flush has expanded down to her chest. Her eyes look wild as she looks around the room.

“Did something happen while I was gone?” I inquire, secretly enjoying the hell out of her discomfort.

She wipes a few strands of hair away from her face. “No. I just have the shakes because I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten today.”

Pretty little liar. That deserves another swat to her ass later.

As if the waitress heard her, she walks up with a tray carrying our food. After placing our plates in front of us and inquiring if we need anything else, she walks off.

“This looks so good,” Poppy says, picking up an oyster with shaky hands.

“You know what they say about oysters, right?” I place my napkin in my lap and pick up my fork, my eyes never straying from hers.

She stops with the oyster halfway to her mouth.

“Is that why you got them for me?”

“Maybe.” I wink.

“Does it really work?”

I give her a sexy smile and reply, “I guess we’ll see.” I laugh when she puts the oyster down and grabs her fork instead. “Spoilsport.”

That earns me a grin.

I lean across the table and whisper, “You won’t need them anyway.” I grab the oyster she just put down, tip it to my lips, and let the silky mollusc slide between them. She licks her lips as I do so, and her eyes flare with undisguised lust.

Oh yeah. Poppy is mine tonight.

We sit in silence for the rest of the meal. Every few minutes, Poppy will look over at me, and each time she does, she finds my eyes on her. I can’t stop myself. My eyes are always drawn to her when she’s in the room. She draws me to her like the sun pulls a flower. I may not have shown my interest to Poppy over the last year, but I’ve always had my eyes on her.

We both decline dessert and I pay the bill. When we walk out of the restaurant, I lead Poppy away from the car.

“Let’s walk back.”

She gives me a wide smile and nods. Her head whips this way and that way as she takes in everything surrounding us. Downtown Dallas is stunning, especially if you’re looking at it through fresh eyes. We stop and browse at a few local shops. She laughs when I buy her a black cowboy hat. She looks hot as hell wearing it with her black dress, heels, and her hair braided to the side. I might have to take her with her just wearing the hat and heels.

Although we’re only a few blocks away, it takes us over an hour to make it back to the hotel. The sun has fallen behind the tall buildings, so the heat hasn’t been as harsh on the last leg of our walk. The doorman holds the door for us, and I usher Poppy into the cool building. The elevator ride seems to take forever. She shifts nervously at my side, her sweet lavender scent taking up the small space. I turn to face her, knowing I’m making her uncomfortable by doing so, but I can’t help it. She hasn’t given me an answer, but I’m taking away her chance now.

When the elevator dings our arrival, Poppy bolts out as soon as the doors open. I can’t hold back my laughter. She looks at me over her shoulder as she hurries over to her room.

“You can run, but you can’t hide, Poppy. I always get what I want,” I tell her, right before she closes the door.

Shaking my head, I walk to my portion of our suite while unbuttoning my shirt. I drop it on the end of my bed and walk to the bathroom. One thing about living in Texas is multiple showers are needed often during the day to wash away the sweat.

With the spray beating down on my shoulders, I grab my already hard cock and give it a few strokes. I’ve been hard all evening. Hell, who am I kidding? I’ve been hard all damn day. Poppy does that to me. She doesn’t realize the control she has over me. I may have taken her privacy away, but it’s her that holds my future in her hands. It’s her that can completely destroy me with just a snap of her fingers.