Page 77 of Resisting His Charm
“Yes. Besides, you’re sleeping with the owner’s son, so you get the family discount.”
“And what happens when I stop sleeping with the owner’s son?”
I laugh. “Babe, we both know that’s not going to happen.”
“You’ll get bored and move on. Or want your carefree, single,do every woman you seedays back.”
“First, I never did every woman I saw. And second, why the fuck would I want anyone else when I already have the best?”
“Sweet. Remind me to book a dental appointment because I might have got a cavity from that line,” Poppy says with a smile.
“I’ll have you added to my insurance. Wouldn’t want your medical bills racking up with how sweet I am,” I tell her.
“I want to think you’re joking. But it’syou, so I’m thinking you seriously would have me added to your insurance plan somehow. Don’t do that.” Poppy sighs.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want favors from you.”
“Why not?” I repeat.
“Because I’m not some gold-digging whore looking for a ticket on the easy train.”
“No, you’re my girlfriend. It’s not a fucking favor when you’re mine, Poppy. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you had the best health insurance money could buy?”
“Don’t do it, Sammie!” she yells. “The only kind of favors I want from you are the kind that make my knees weak and leave me screaming from the mind-blowing pleasure.”
“Agree to disagree. Because right now, I’ve got a boner and you’re in need of some of that mind-blowing pleasure.” I bend, wrap an arm around her waist, and stand with her now over my shoulder. “Bed or sofa?”
“I get to choose? How chivalrous of you,” she says. “Bed.”
I walk into her bedroom and throw her down on the mattress. “Strip, now!”
“So bossy.” She laughs as she pulls her top over her head.
“I’ve been hard for hours, Poppy, and you wouldn’t let me fuck you on the jet.” I remove my jacket, then the holster holding two pistols.
Poppy’s eyes land on the guns. I’ve been careful not to be too strapped around her. Makes it less awkward when getting naked. She doesn’t say anything as I set the guns down on her dresser.
Undoing my belt, I stop when I notice Poppy isn’t moving. “You’re not naked yet,” I tell her.
“Ah, yeah, because I got distracted by all of that,” she says, waving a hand at my chest.
“Poppy?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you naked.”
“Right, naked. I can do that.” She nods her head and sits up on her knees.
Her hands disappear behind her back, the sound of a zipper being undone reaches my ears, and then she’s standing on the bed while her skirt falls to her ankles. She’s in nothing but a matching light-blue bra and panties set. I saw her put it on, and yet it still takes my fucking breath away.
“It’s not fair how fucking beautiful you are,” I tell her.
“Right back at ya,” she says, dropping onto her knees for a second time. Her hands disappear behind her back again and then her bra falls away from her body. My mouth waters as her tits bounce free.
“Fuck me.” I kick my shoes to the side, bend over, and peel off my socks. My pants are the next to go. “We should just join a nudist community. Clothes are overrated.”
