Page 155 of Indecent Lies

It might have something to do with the woman in her underwear in his apartment showing him what real goodness was.

Her eyes came to him instantly and she cut him the biggest smile before she started dancing on her tiptoes. Making her hair and tits bounce.

He’d had a lot of bitter in his life, now he only wanted to taste sweetness.

His dirty eyes traced over her.

“Oh, my God, I was so awesome,” his girl bragged the second he shrugged off his jacket and stooped down to run a hand over the jumping goat’s back as he too danced around his ankles. That had his face splitting with a wide grin to see her so pleased with herself. “I mean, I was so awesome, wasn’t I, what I told her, Tait?”

“Had my knees knocking, baby.”

He wouldn’t remind her of the raccoons ass. Not today anyway.

“Damn right,” she laughed pointing a finger at him.

And then he attacked.

Just swept her off her feet and carried her squealing through to the bedroom before he launched her through the air and landed her gorgeous self on the bed.

“Glenn, go to bed,” he ordered the needy goat.

“Tait!” she was laughing, sprawled. Hair all over. Pure beauty.

“You’re about to show me your tough girl act right now.”

“Oh, I am? I don’t think I can just turn it on. I have to be really angry. And I love you so I don’t want to get angry right this second.”

She wanted to check his arm, but he had other …better… ideas.

He got rid of his clothes. Crawled over her and bit her lip. “Try.”

The desire and love was right there for the taking in her eyes and it nearly swept all the blood and air out of his body.

She’d never made any bones about what she wanted from him and he was going to give her everything.

He’d thought that she’d return to her old life, her better life as he saw it. One that was privilege and prestige and top of the totem pole of socialites. Every facet of this new life she was living currently was different from her opulent mansion back home, but she never once complained. Never showed signs of missing that life or the jilted fiancé.

He’d waited for it. Braced for it, held his heart back when he felt himself falling for her.

He hadn’t given her the words yet just because he thought if she did leave he could protect what was left of him.

But what they had between them burned bright.

It was unmatchable to anything either of them had had before. He wasn’t waiting for that jackass guy to turn up and steal his woman from Texas.

Fuck that, never going to happen.

She’d be a Hunt one day. Never a Pitstop.

He dug belonging to her and he ached knowing she wanted to belong to him.

On any average day, his Poppy was gorgeous.

Seriously swallow his tongue and take a second look at her kind of gorgeous.

But when she got horny and started to explore his body, to take his fierce kiss and to swallow his tongue, she was magnificent.

“I want on top.” She whined, trying to roll him. He was solid muscle of 240 pounds; she had no chance and he laughed with his mouth on her tit. “Later. Need to fuck you hard first.”