Another blush from my Sunshine Girl. “We do look good together.”
“See? Another reason you should stay. You cook and you’re pretty.”
Laughter rises from the table. Kids say the damndest things, but in this case, it’s all true. That photo of us is beautiful. It squeezes my heart at how right we look together.
We look like a family.
But, Poppy has always been a free spirit. Settling down was never in the cards, and I can’t be sure she’s willing to play a new hand just because I gave her back bending orgasms.
My dick hardens at the thought of Poppy’s naked body, and I shift to adjust myself. The woman is right—with her, I’m insatiable. I figure if I make love to her every day for the next hundred years, we might be halfway caught up. I hope she’s prepared, because I can barely contain myself and all she’s doing is drinking coffee. That, and sending me a knowing glance every few seconds.
She knows what she does to me, and she’s relishing every moment. I guarantee one thing—I’ll be relishing every inch of her again before lunch.