Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
HEATHER’S WORDS LOOMED over Poppy’s head like a stormy cloud as she headed back to the salon after lunch. This was the time she would’ve loved to bury herself in work, but business proved to be slower than usual, which then left Poppy alone with her thoughts.
Heather was usually the unflappable type, Poppy reflected uneasily while making herself coffee in the pantry. It was weird and extremely worrying to see the other woman acting the opposite.
All she had wanted was to help Valerian, and this was her only chance to do so. But maybe she should simply play it safe and call the whole thing off?
Giovanni suddenly showed up by the doorway as he poked his head in. “I’ve got a VIP waiting for you in Room 4. Don’t keep him waiting.”
Poppy hurriedly cleaned up before rushing out of the pantry. The availability of private suites was one of the things that made Salon Joyieux different from the competition, and Room 4, in particular, was the largest and most expensive suite they had to offer.
She quickly tied her apron strings around her body and pasted a smile on her face before knocking on the door. “Bonjour. I’m Poppy, and I’ll be your stylist for today. May I come in?”
Her only answer was hearing the door unlock, and Poppy decided to take it as a yes.
She let herself in, and—aaah!
Poppy’s gasp disappeared in her husband’s kiss, and the next thing she knew, he had her back against the wall, and aaaaaah...
Was this why her subconscious mind had insisted on her wearing a dress to work instead of her usual shirt and jeans? Had it been connected to Valerian at some secret level, and this was its way of making sure her husband had the easiest time ripping her panties off, and—
AAAAH!
His tongue drove deep into her mouth the same time his oh-so-huge cock thrust just as deep into her pussy, whose swollen folds were already soaking wet with need.
He slammed into her again and again, and she could not get enough of it.
It didn’t seem like there was any room for more pleasure in her body, but when she felt him suddenly squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple—
Her inner muscles involuntarily squeezed his cock, and this seemed to flip a switch in her husband out of nowhere.
She was suddenly on her feet, and she was also being flipped. The next thing she knew, Valerian already had her bent waist down, palms against the wall, and he was thrusting all the way home.
Poppy saw stars again, and it was only thanks to her husband timely covering her mouth with his hand that her scream didn’t escape the walls of Room 4. He was pounding into her harder than ever, and as his hold on her mouth adjusted, she found herself desperately and hungrily sucking on his fingers.
A part of her couldn’t believe she was having sex in her workplace.
But the larger part of her didn’t care about rules.
All it cared about was for this to never ever end—
Yes, oh, yes!
But when it finally did, the orgasm that pulsed through her body was unlike any other, and the sheer force of it had her eyes rolling back.
Valerian bit her shoulder hard as he ejaculated his seed inside of her in a series of long, powerful bursts. Another shuddering round of pleasure took over her body, and by the time her husband carefully withdrew, she was completely spent.
Valerian scooped his wife in her arms when he saw her knees buckle, and her eyelids start to droop.
Rest, love, she thought she heard her husband murmur, but surely she was mistaken about this?
Valerian gently lowered Poppy into the salon chair. It was the fancy version thankfully, and as the back of the chair silently folded back with the push of a button. As he arranged Poppy’s supine form, her phone fell out of her pocket, and his body turned cold when he saw the preview of an unread message.
Just remember not to tell Valerian at all costs. I know you hate lying to him, but this is for his sake. I’ll see you night.
Chapter Twenty-One
HONOR AND DECEPTION had always been mortal enemies. It was why lying had never appealed to him. And yet Valerian suddenly found himself doing exactly this, and all because of her.
Poppy had probably thought she was doing a good job at hiding things, but it was too damn easy to see the relief in her eyes as she listened to him make up some excuse about having to head back to the office.
She kissed him goodbye as she saw him off, and Valerian wondered dully if what he was feeling now was how Jesus felt toward Judas.
He asked Monty to tail his wife, and the old man’s report was everything he didn’t want to think about.