His Buxom Beauty by Renee Dahlia

Author:Renee Dahlia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Renee Dahlia
Published: 2020-10-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

A half-bitten back curse floated into Stu’s conscious, and he rolled over to open one eye. The faint pre-dawn light hit the back of his eyeball and he stretched out. His hand brushed against a wooden bedhead, and soft pillows. Holy hell, he’d slept the night at Poppy’s house. After the best sex of his life. He sat up and reached for his phone. What the hell was the time? Oh, not even six am yet. A sugary orange smell filled the air as his sense slowly awakened. What was Poppy doing at this ridiculous hour? Stu swung out of bed and wandered into the lounge. The one-eyed cat brushed against his leg, and he reached down to pat it.

“Good morning, Dread.” He straightened to see Poppy in the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too.” Poppy’s gaze flicked over his naked body, causing a stir in his groin. “I see some parts of you wake up before others.” Her voice sounded way too cheerful, and Stu rubbed his eyes.

“What on earth are you doing?”

She shook her head, as if her actions were completely obvious. “I’m cooking. Today is Oxi Day, remember.”

“Um, yeah? But I don’t see why that means you should be cooking at...” He glanced at his phone again, “quarter to six.”

“I can’t arrive with nothing, and someone—” She gave him a pointed look and cleared her throat. “Someone took up all my spare time last night.”

“An excellent use of time.”

Her cheeks flushed pink. “Yes. However, the downside is that Revani cakes must be cooked now.”

“Must? When does the party start?” Stu still didn’t see her logic.

“Stu. As nice as it would be to swan about all morning, making cakes, and getting ready, the salon is open from nine till twelve, and the party starts at one. I’ll probably be late, and then I’ll have to hear all about how there is more to life than work, and why can’t I find a nice boy to look after me.”

Stu blinked, then smiled slowly. He spread his arms out in front of him, enjoying the way her eyes tracked his body. “I don’t think a nice boy would suit you. He wouldn’t be able to give you what you desire.”

Her eyebrows shot upwards, and the pink on her cheeks darkened. “And what exactly do I desire?”

Me. Stu let his smile turn predatory. “A real man who will celebrate your work, soothe your aches, and fuck you dirty and hard.”

“That does sound ideal.” Poppy’s voice went husky, the sound travelling deep inside him, all the way to his cock. Her gaze dropped, spearing him with ready heat.

“Ideally, you’ll come back to bed now.”

Poppy chewed on her bottom lip.

He wanted to kiss the little bite better. “Come on now, it’s an easy decision.”

She took a step towards him, her breasts loose under her massive saggy old t-shirt, then stopped. “Give me a minute. I need to get these in the oven, and then you’ll have thirty minutes.” She made the time limit sound like a dare, and he swallowed.

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