It was barely a week after Asher's birthday. David and I were supposed to be packing for the vow-renewal trip/ vacation, but all I could think about was Asher’s mouth.
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I was standing at the copier when the door clicked and suddenly his body slammed against my back, and his already rock-hard c**k, nestling right between my ass cheeks through my skirt.
“Feel that, Poppy?” he growled into my ear, grinding slowly.
“That’s what you’ve done to me every single day since Saturday night.”
I turned around, and he kissed me like he was starving.
He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, tasting every corner while I opened wide and sucked on him.
His hands yanked me tighter; my t**s mashed against his chest and my n*****s hard enough to cut glass.
“f**k, your tongue is so sweet,” he groa
