Page 147 of Indecent Lies

He echoed a laugh on her lips. “Penelope, you told me to get out of my own house, you forced me to take in a goat and a kitten, you burn bacon and you want sex when you’re in a bad mood or tired. I know all about those tantrums already, baby.”

“I didn’t exactly force you! You love Baby Snowbell and Glenn Coco, right?”

He grinned and touched her mouth again. “Yeah, baby.”

“Okay good. and I promise I’ll do better with everything. The bacon and I’m getting a new job asap.”

“Listen up, you could lie on the couch all fucking day with the bleating goat for all I care, you don’t have to do a thing that you don’t want to.”

He was constantly flooring her and she didn’t know how to handle that kind of sweetness at all.

“But I owe you a lot of money, Tait. Like the most money of all. I have my trust fund now.”

“No fucking touching your trust fund, don’t even start me with that. Having that money gives you choices.”

“But…”

“Didn’t you tell a whole lot of people I own you?”

Her eyes rounded. “Well, yes, I did.”

“So I own you. Work or don’t work. But you don’t owe me a cent. I’m keeping this ripe little body to use as I want.”

She bloomed and launched at his mouth, swallowing his chuckle and she didn’t stop kissing him for a long minute.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I like having you here.”

This made her smile and feel emotions sting the back of her eyelids.

It’s funny how she was willing to make do all of her life, to fall in line with others just to keep the peace, to accept relationships she didn’t feel on fire about, to try and grasp onto the love she really wanted to feel.

Emotions must have passed through her eyes because Tait stroked her nose with his again. “Tell me you love me, Poppy.”

“Maybe I’ll make you work for it,” she teased and saw his eyes flare.

“Tell me you love me, Poppy.”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Fuck, we need to get you on the pill so I can take you whenever I want you. Like right here. Just lift you onto my lap and drop you down onto my cock.”

“Here?” Round eyes. Slack lips. Really?

“Yeah, baby. No one would see us. Would you let me?”

He looked so devastatingly hot, that the answer flew out of her mouth. “Yes,” she breathed. “You own me, don’t you? You can do anything you want.”

He growled and rushed a kiss out of her mouth until her lips felt sore and delicious.

She tried to go in again and he stopped her with a finger on her lips.

He was breathing hard.

“Don’t touch me or try to kiss me, Poppy, or I swear you’ll be on your back with your legs open so I can feast on candy again. Save it for when we get home.”

“Okay,” she grinned, happy as could be. “But you should know, I really, really want to kiss you.”