Page 76 of Indecent Lies

It was why he’d stopped.

She wanted to fool around, not to be hammered like ground beef into the sofa until he shot his load as deep as he could.

Stopping about killed him, but the prospect of having her learn everything from him was a taste in his mouth now.

Her pussy was perfect. Her cries and inability to shut her mouth even when he was giving it to her was too cute.

He still didn’t quite understand how he had a houseguest who was driving him nuts with her whacky personality.

Or why he found everything she did so fucking adorable.

She was a neat freak.

His bathroom didn’t look like his bathroom anymore.

If he dropped a dish towel, she picked it up, folded it and found it a home. Same went for his clothes.

He always thought he couldn’t be with a person who was that way.

But there was Poppy, blowing all his theories out of the water.

“Tait…” her voice was silk and he cut his eyes up and over to her.

On her knees. Chewing on a lip, flushed and aroused.

“Yeah?”

“So…uhm…I’m not all that hungry…”

His dick got so hard it nearly hit the island and he had to bend forward in the process of tipping eggs onto a plate and swallow his groan hearing that thick quality to her voice.

She was horny and wanting more.

With one taste, he’d created a monster and he couldn’t say that he hated it.

He wanted to attack. To maul and possess until she was trembling and crying.

“Little girl, you stumbled out of my bedroom not so long ago like a zombie and threw a hissy fit that I’d nearly forced you to eat face cream.”

“It was hardly a hissy fit.”

“Yeah, it was. You were spitting mad that I was in my own house and not somewhere else ‘cause you were embarrassed you all but swallowed me whole last night.”

She went as red as the rug in the other room and he bit back a grin.

He saw in her eyes she had about ten arguments stacked up as any woman did.

Women were fucking fantastic at flying off the handle and going for hours.

So he watched her slip off the sofa, pad those fantastic legs of hers over to the kitchen and then watched her approach him.

“I was embarrassed, but now I’m not. Now that I’ve had Tait orgasms, I’m not at all embarrassed, so I say again, I’m not hungry.”

Fuck.

Him.

He was undone. She was every easy breath he hadn’t taken in more than a year. She made him want to live. She made him hunger for things he’d given up on.