47. Olivia Green

POPPY:

Sebastian Holding had forgotten I had married once with an active sexual drive. So holding someone's dick was no longer an issue for me. This man did not know that one of my topmost needs was sex.

And with the alcohol still in my system, advancing towards him was not a problem.

"You're hard as a rock, Mr. Holding," I whispered in his ear. "Are you ready for me? Do you want your hand inside my panty?"

“You’re drunk. Will you stop this madness?” he asked, gritting his teeth. “Your mouth spat a lot of garbage language.”

“Garbage language? No, Sebastian. It only means you don't know anything about me.”

My fingers trailed the outline of his jaw and he shivered.

He clenched his teeth.

"This reaction… means you're capable of desiring someone. Do you also want to fuck? Do you want to have a taste of me, Sebastian?"

I ran my other hand through my body starting from the two valleys on my chest down to my flat stomach that bore evidence that I had given birth by the stretch marks in m