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“My head hurts…” Poppy rolls onto her side, and I turn to face her up on the bed. I told Victor I didn’t want to move into the pool house. Didn’t make a lot of sense since I didn’t want to be here long.
“Good. Then maybe you’ve learned your lesson.”
I jump up off the mattress on the floor, gesturing to the end of the bed. “You’re going to school with Ruby on Monday. Think you can handle that and not be a fucking idiot?”
“Lenny!” Poppy scolds, shoving her blankets off her body and swinging her legs over the edge. “Yes, I can. And speaking of…” She swipes a towel on the computer table, glaring at me in passing. “You think you and Ruby can simmer down the attraction? Anytime anyone is in the same room as you both it’s awkward, and I’ve never seen you with a girl before!” I hear the shower turn on, but the door is slightly ajar, which only means one thing. Poppy wants to try to talk about girl shit.
I grab a hoodie and slide it over my head, quickly dashing out of the bedroom before she can start but end up crashing into someone.
My hands fly out to catch Ruby before she collides with the hallway. “You good?”
“Shit…” She pulls the earbuds out of her ears, and I have to force my hands off her body to stop from shoving her up against the wall and doing all the bad shit I’ve pictured doing to her since I first saw her. The animal inside of me wants to break her apart to see what she’s made of. It’s that wild rush that courses through my veins knowing that I’m not supposed to touch her, much less ruin her. Her phone starts ringing in her hand and the photo that pops up on her screen is a selfie of her and the fuckboy who was hanging off her arm at the party last night. He’s looking at her, but she’s smiling at the camera.
Fuck. After last night, I know where she stands with him, but as long as she’s not on my dick, it’s going to be a problem. One I don’t want. She doesn’t look like the type of girl who would have some big mafia boss as her dad. She looks like a bitchy cheerleader, and I thought she was, but as time goes on, I’m second-guessing myself. The kindness that lingers within her words and the gentleness in how she handles Poppy. I know sheprobably doesn’t have a mean bone in her body, and if she does, I wanna see it come to life while I’m fucking hers out of her.
She hits ignore. “You should use the other room.” Turning, she points to the door that’s closed. “It has everything in there for you.”
“Yeah, I will, when Pop is settled.” Her skin is tanned, the kind that glows any time of the day, but right now, her cheeks have a soft peach color to them. She has the eyes of a siren, with dark lashes that fan out thickly, and lips that most girls drop thousands to obtain.
“She okay?” Ruby asks, and I force myself to not drag my hungry eyes over her body. Tight black sports bra and tiny little gym shorts. Fuck, I’m not going to last.
“Hungover, but she’ll be fine.”
Her phone starts ringing again, and before I can stop myself, I snatch the fucking thing out of the palm of her hand, tossing it into the empty room behind her.
“Wicked!” She turns to snap at me, but I back her up against the wall with my hand covering her mouth. I lean down to the side of her neck, just enough so that the top of my nose glides over the flesh of her throat. Bumps rise to the surface when I inhale.
Her chest rises and falls as she takes deep breaths. “What are you doing?” The softness of her whisper raises the hairs on the back of my neck.
I had every intention of sticking to my word. Of staying away from her. But any time she’s around, my dick is hard and my patience is thin. “Whatever the fuck I want.” I bring my knee between her legs, pressing it against her.
Her shoulders pull back, her fingers trailing to the back of my neck, pulling me down to her face. She brushes her lips over mine. “Thenfuckingkiss me.”
I smirk against her lips, placing a gentle kiss on hers before wrapping my fingers around the hair that’s fallen down the nape of her neck. Her tongue slips into my mouth and I have to fight with myself to go slow. Easy. Fucking other girls has always been just that—fucking. They were all experienced and well aware of what they were getting themselves into with me, but Ruby is different. I already feel it the way she releases soft little moans into my mouth.
I grab her from the backs of her thighs, lifting her up the wall while never releasing her mouth. Her lips move with mine, taking every bit that I give her. Finally, I pull myself away from her, resting one hand against the wall beside her head while leaving the other beneath her ass to hold her up.
She tightens her legs around my waist, her little mouth slightly parted as she takes in panted breaths. “I—shit.”
I smirk down at her, rubbing the edge of my thumb over the curve of her ass. “Cold feet, princess?” I bend down to catch her earlobe between my teeth. “Bit off more than you can chew?”
Her little body twists in my grip, and I slowly lower her to the floor, thinking she knows she’s made a mistake. Instead, she raises her sports bra over her head, dropping it to the floor while tiptoeing into the room she just said was mine.
“You coming in?” Turning, she shows me her perfect tits shake as she moves. Her cheeks spread a cute shade of pink as she backs up until the backs of her thighs collide with the end of the bed.
I have two options here. I could ignore the little mafia princess and not wake up every morning fearing that her psycho daddy has figured out what I’ve done to his precious littleprincipessa,or I could stop complaining like a bitch—I kick the door closed, grinning at her.
“Take off your pants. And make it look fucking cute.”
She sucks her finger into her mouth before dipping it between her thighs, spreading her panties to the side and sinking her finger inside her. “Like this?”
“Sluttier.” My knees hit the end of the bed and I wrap my fingers around her chin, forcing her face up to mine. Her eyes lower to my zipper, her little hand coming to the swell, rubbing it in circles. Heat rushes to my balls when she slowly pulls the zipper down and yanks the rest down until I’m standing in only my briefs.
I massage her head. “Why’d I think you were a virgin?”
She bats her lashes up at me, running a single finger down the base of my cotton-covered cock. “I still might be.” Sliding the band of my boxers over the tip of my cock, she licks her lower lip. Excitement touches her cheeks and I have to calm myself down. She’s way too innocent for this shit, she’s just playing games—or maybe she isn’t and that little act she has on for everyone is just for her papa.
Before I can think of anything else—thank God because I didn’t like where those thoughts were going—her swollen lips wrap around my cock and warmth fills me like a shock of adrenaline, pulsing right down to the base of my balls. My hand is in her hair, tugging the strands and directing her over my length. Not. A. Virgin.
