Thor (Recherché #1) by LP Lovell

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    “Fuck, Poppy.” I glance down at her and she hums around my dick. I fist her hair and slowly thrust my hips up against her face, watching my cock slide between those sweet lips. I groan when I hit the back of her throat. She swallows around me and squeezes my balls gently. My balls tighten and tremors shoot down my spine. My body goes rigid tense and I let out a growl as I come in her mouth. She takes it, swallowing everything I fucking give her.
    I collapse back on the bed and try to catch my breath. When I open my eyes she’s risen up on her knees and is wiping the corners of her mouth. This fucking girl.

    I sit on the back patio smoking a cigar. A glass of scotch is on the table next to me and I’m still wearing the same clothes I went out in last night. Xavier steps outside with a cup of coffee in hand and the paper tucked under his arm. He takes one look at my face and a frown etches into his features. I look away and inhale another puff of my cigar, blowing the smoke into the mid-morning air.
    He pulls up the iron garden chair next to me and takes a seat. “Bit early for that.” He nods his head towards the glass of scotch.
    “It was a rough night.”
    “Client?” He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket removes one before throwing them on the table.
    I drag a hand over my face and prop my elbows on my knees. “Not quite.”
    He lights the cigarette and leans back in his chair, watching me intently. “What’s going on with you, man?”
    Fuck, I wish I knew. “I saw Poppy again.” I say quietly. “Twice.”
    He exhales a long breath and a cloud of smoke streams between his lips. “She pay you?” I shake my head. “Does she know what you do?”
    I look right at him. “No.”
    “Shit, Thor.”
    I lean back and tilt my face upward. “I fucked April yesterday and had to imagine it was Poppy just to keep my dick hard.” He cocks a brow while taking a drag on the cig. “Then I went and fucked Poppy because I was that desperate for her. I told you I wouldn’t see her again. I told myself I wouldn’t fucking see her again, but shit, I feel like a damn addict, dude.”
    He props his ankle on his knee. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
    I huff out a breath. “This isn’t normal, right? To be this… obsessed with one girl?”
    He shrugs. “Look, maybe you just need a break. Take some time off or something. Fuck this chick out of your system and come back in a couple of weeks good to go.” My gut twists at the thought of using Poppy like a spa break.
    I hate the idea that I, Thor Jameson, have managed to stumble down this road. I’m supposed to be the example, the guy that Maddox and Kaden want to be. This job is one that most guys would dream of. The women, the money—it’s everything. Going against it…it feels like going against myself, against everything that I am. And while I’m here, in the house that money bought, with the guys I employ for an agency that I built from the ground up…well then it’s easier to push thoughts of Poppy aside. The second I’m alone though, the second I think about her, she consumes me. All I can think of is the way she smiles, the way she moans my name, the way she tastes, the feel of her wrapped around my fucking dick. Shit.
    “A break might be good.” At the very least I need to reassess everything.
     
     

 
    I get SJ to email all of my clients, telling them that I’ll be away for a couple of weeks and they can schedule appointments for when I’m back. Xavier’s too busy to offer up as replacement. Of course, if they can’t have me, then he’s the natural alternative. Instead I offer Maddox. Anna takes it, a couple of the others book for two weeks’ time and April never responds. I’m expecting her phone call any time now.
    It takes her three hours to call me and honestly I’m surprised it took her so long.
    “April.”
    “What is this?” She shrieks.
    “If you’re referring to the email then it’s fairly