Page 78 of Indecent Lies

The most important two being screwing over Grigori the wonder Russian.

And making Poppy happy.

Even if it meant taking her home to Harrison to the life she knew and getting her family to see her for the diamond she is.

Lies had messed up his whole life and he didn’t do a thing to stop it.

Kissing Poppy until they were panting for air felt like the start of his redemption.

If only his dick didn’t want to take over the whole show.

That day he fed her, after making out for an hour and getting her off again because he just couldn’tstophis hand from creeping into her shorts again, to which she went off like a goddamn firework on his fingers. Then he helped cart all her shit into the bedroom where half of it sat on the bedroom chair because she had about 900 different pieces and there was hardly any room in his closet.

Then he fed her again, watched how quiet she was then he put her to bed.

It was nearly 2 am, he was laid on the couch, aching in every bone because the thing was not made for an over 6 foot man to sleep on for more than a week.

He groaned and rolled to his feet.

Enough of this bullshit.

He let himself into his bedroom, scowling exhausted as his eyes sought the big bed in the dark, plenty big for him and a petite girl and a few steps later he crawled under the comforter, smelling how good she smelled and how she’d warmed the sheets.

Pleasure welcomed his aching body.

He knew it was a mistake but he needed to sleep more than he needed to fuck her.

Okay, that was a lie, but fuck, he was tired as hell and sleeping on that couch was not gonna work anymore.

Poppy moaned and half turned over when he got in close to her back, slipping a hand around her waist. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Are you in my bed?” She zombie asked and he smiled, putting his face in the back of her hair. “Yeah, go back to sleep.” He got her snuggled in tighter and he knew he’d made a mistake … a big one when she hummed, squirming her butt into his groin and fell back to sleep as he told her to.

Leaving him wide awake andhard.

No way was he going back to that couch.

His hands tightened on her waist and he forced his body to relax.

Poppy woke twice that night, unsettled by dreams and he was there to cuddle her in and soothe her right back to sleep.

He didn’t know what was going on but he knew he liked whatever it was.

TWENTY

“Drugging love.” - Poppy

“He was in the bed with you…all night and didn’t fuck you?”

Shaking her head from side to side with a black stubby straw in the corner of her lip, Poppy said, “nope.” Popping the P. “Even when I woke up, he was all sweet with his hand in my hair and holding me close.”

“And no dick?”

“Well, it was definitely present.” She shared over the noise of the bar that Roux had taken them to. She was having such a good time; it was her third…or fourth cocktail. “Unless he brought a very…and I mean verrrry large flashlight to bed. It was very much there squashed against my belly all night.”

Roux laughed and threw her legs up on the booth seat.

Where Roux was complete rocker chick with her long ponytail, sleek down her back with one side of her head shaved to the skull, vivid glossed lips, her arm tattoos on display with the sleeveless band t-shirt, tight leather pants and biker boots. She was badass and sexy.