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2 And your tux is being delivered this afternoon, so don’t forget to bring it inside,” Poppy was saying. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and yawning. It was still dark, but Poppy’s heels clicked across the hardwood floor as she leaned down to give me a quick kiss. Even in the dark I could see her red lipstick. I grabbed her elbows as she came closer, pulling her onto my lap. “C’mere,” I said sleepily. “I have to go,” she protested faintly, but my hand was already between her legs, slipping past that red thong. “Mmm-hmm?” “I’m going to be late and…Oh. Mmm.” My fingers were inside her now, probing gently. “You were saying about my tux?” I asked huskily, feeling her getting slippery for me. “It’s for the gala on Saturday,” she breathed. “For the opening of the flagship studio. Want you…oh.