“No, baby. No, we can’t.” His warm lips come to mine and my heart shatters. All of the emotions that have barreled into me since Wicked came into my life crash down the final walls of control I have. I don’t want him to go. He feels like home. His tongue slips between my lips and I shuffle closer into him as his hands come to the back of my ass, lifting me up to straddle his lap. I grind over the thick bulge in his jeans as he wraps my—washed—hair around his wrist, forcing my face still. He kisses me down, over my jaw and across my collarbone. My fingers fumble with the tie around my waist as the silk robe drops to the floor near his dirty boots.

He leans back onto his elbows, flicking the edge of his bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. “Gonna make it look cute one last time?”

Even with tears rolling down my cheeks, I’ll still be whatever he wants me to be.

Leaning over, I unclasp my bra until my tits fall out of the cups. Dropping it to the ground, I stand up and slowly shuffle the lace panties down my thighs, lowering myself down on top of him. I bring the panties to his wrists, tying them around each one and shoving his arms over his head.

He laughs, the first time I’ve seen a genuine smile on his face. I don’t want to bring up Poppy, and maybe this is just how he copes with it—everyone mourns differently—but I falter for a second, wondering if I should have asked if he was okay before stripping naked for him.

Shuffling his jeans down, I ride myself over his girth until I feel the tip of his cock pulse against my entrance. I release a slight breath, leaning down and kissing his lips. “I’ll stay with you.”

He shakes his head. “No, you won’t.” Then I slide him deep inside of me and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

I didn’t ask where I was.

If he was okay.

Or even why I was dressed in clothes that I wouldn’t wear…

I just stripped and dropped down onto his dick.

Lifting my hips up, I slowly ride myself over his length, grinding against him when I feel him pulse against me. “Come here…” He nudges his head, untwisting his wrists from my amateur tie around them before slipping my panties over his head like a necklace. He leans back, his hands resting on my ass cheeks and forcing me back down onto him until I stop just above his lips. He slowly raises his hips up. “Ride me.”