The bell above the door chimed as William stepped inside. The scent of coffee and pastries filled the air, blending with the soft hum of indie music. His sharp gaze swept the café until it landed on her—Poppy. She stood behind the counter, laughing, her voice unrestrained and vibrant. That sound alone sent a jolt of heat through him.
He approached, his tailored suit and commanding presence drawing glances. Poppy turned, eyes widening slightly before a playful smirk curved her lips. “Well, hello there,” she teased. “What can I do for you, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding?”
William leaned in, his gaze locking onto hers. “I think you already know.”
She tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness. “Oh, do I? Because I’m good at a lot of things—coffee, pastries, small talk. But I get the feeling that’s not what you’re here for.”
He chuckled, dark and inviting. “You’re right. I’m here for you, Poppy.”
She arched a brow, clearly amused. “That so? Well, I don’t even know your name.”
“William.” He extended his hand. “And I know more about you than you might think.”
She hesitated, then shook his hand, her grip firm. “Alright, William. Color me intrigued. What do you know?”
He leaned closer, voice low. “That you’re the woman I’ve been searching for.”
Her breath hitched, just slightly, before she grinned. “Bold. I like it. So, what exactly are you proposing?”
“A weekend. My penthouse. Just you and me. No limits.”
Her lips parted in surprise before she let out a slow, knowing whistle. “You don’t mess around, do you?”
“Not when it comes to you.”
She studied him, then smirked. “Alright, Mr. Billionaire. You’ve got yourself a deal. But fair warning—I’m going to ruin you.”
William smirked. “I’m counting on it.”
Two hours later, William’s penthouse was bathed in city lights, the sleek interior a stark contrast to the fire burning between them. Poppy stood in the center of the room, her bright outfit a splash of color against the minimalist decor. She turned to him, eyes gleaming. “Fancy,” she teased. “But it’s missing something.”
“And what’s that?” William asked, stepping closer.
She grinned wickedly. “Me. On my knees.”
His pulse kicked up, heat searing through him. “Then get on your knees, Poppy.”
She sank to the floor, fingers already working his belt. “You’re going to love this,” she purred, pulling his pants down. His cock sprang free, and her eyes darkened with hunger. “Oh, you’re perfect.”
William groaned as her lips brushed the tip, her tongue flicking out in slow, deliberate strokes. She took him deeper, inch by inch, her throat relaxing around him. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her, his breath ragged. “Fuck, Poppy…”
She hummed, the vibration sending shockwaves through him. Her hands gripped his thighs as she worked him with precision, her mouth hot and wet. His hips bucked involuntarily, a growl tearing from his throat. “You’re incredible.”
She pulled back slightly, lips still wrapped around him, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Then, she took him all the way to the base, her nose pressed against him.
His vision blurred, every muscle tightening. “Poppy,” he groaned, voice raw. “I’m close.”
She didn’t slow. If anything, she worked him harder, until he shattered, pleasure ripping through him in waves. She swallowed every drop, her tongue teasing him until he was completely spent.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed. She looked up at him, satisfied in her gaze. “Told you I’d ruin you.”
William let out a breathless chuckle, his hand caressing her jaw. “You already have. And I’m not done with you yet.”
Poppy grinned, rising to her feet. “Good. Because neither am I.”
