“We’re not pretending, Poppy? No more? You want me. Knowing everything, you want me.” “What do you think?” I moved against his hand in demand. His other hand dropped to my hip, stilling my movements. “I need to hear you say it, Princess.” Of course, he did. “Yes,” I nearly cursed. “I want you.” “Good.” He slipped his hand from between my legs. “Because this is real.”
