Page 107 of Indecent Lies

Little virgin brat. He grinned over his shoulder at her and swallowed his groan at the doorway when she sat up in bed and tucked the sheet around her tits.

“Stop staring at my cock, it’ll only get you in trouble.”

“Promises, promises.” She smiled smugly.

Yeah, he’d give all the promises she wanted.

But he wanted to clean her up and get some food into her first.

If she’d only just stop looking at his cock.

He was a man with questionable morals, not a damn saint.

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If there was even a slither of doubt that Tait might regret sleeping with her once all the delicious feelings waned, Poppy was dead wrong, because no sooner had he fed her fluffy eggs with toast and pico de gallo on top, he told her to put on warm clothes because he was taking her out.

Poppy had hovered at his side, watching his hands chop and dice and he’d turned his head to growl at her to stop hero-worshipping his cock.

Giggling, how could she not? She was happy and satisfied more than any self-pleasure could ever give her.

She was probably half in love with Tait already, but she wasn’t telling him that yet, not with how disgruntled he looked when she told him his cock was hard.

He blamed her bratty eyes for it.

She grinned the whole time she showered and dressed.

Surprise stole into her voice when he drove his truck up the mountain and pulled into a small lodge midway.

“You need some fun,” he declared helping her down so she didn’t slip on the thick snow. It was freezing, yet Poppy couldn’t wash the smile off her face.

A date with Tait!

For the next few hours he took her skiing, but the most fun was when she climbed onto the back of a snowmobile with Tait and he took her on a trip around the mountainside. They finished off their fun with massive mugs of hot chocolate sold in the lodge café with globs of marshmallows and whipped cream on top.

She knew absolutely that she’d never had a better date.

She’d been to Cannes for a weekend date with fiancé number one.

And to a Hollywood party with fiancé two.

Then there was the mayor of New York galas she attended with Ronnie where she’d met numerous famous people but no date felt as good or as happy as the one frolicking in the snow with Tait. Watching his face light up as she tried to pelt him in the back with snowballs and then when he charged forward, making her scream before he tackled her to the snowy soft ground.

She’d had good dates before, but nothing asgreatas this one.

Unzipping her coat for her once they were back in the loft, he frowned at her chattering teeth. “Go get a shower to warm up,” he rasped, stalking off to the bedroom.

“Hey, Tait! Can we go out somewhere tonight? Show me around the places you like.” She called out as she stripped her clothes in the bathroom doorway. She dived under the hot water and thawed with a sigh, tipping her face to the steam as feeling came back into the tips of her fingers and nose.

The hands crawling over her waist made her scream out loud and spin around to find a very naked and looming Tait climbing into the stall with her.

“Oh, my goodness, you gave me several frights.”

“Who else would it be?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, unable to stop her eyes from traveling the length of his beautifully sculpted body.

Now he was in front of her, she feasted her gaze on him.

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