Chapter 191

But fuck if he didn’t still want just a taste of her. What would Sweet Lisa taste like? Her lips looked like they would be soft and she wasn’t skin and bones, not from what he could tell, anyway. Her lush curves would be soft and yielding under his fingers and her breasts would be real and plump and more than a handful. Would her nipples be the same dusky rose as her lips? What was she hiding under those drab clothes she wore? These were the questions he wanted the answers to but he knew that that would only lead to disaster. Mason Pressfield was not a relationship guy and Lisa had relationship written all over her. Lisa slipped under the covers with a soft sigh. Her body was sore from dragging that damned carpet down to the dumpster, which meant she would have to devise an easier disposal method. Her body also complained about the scrubbing-the-floor-on-her-hands-and-knees, which she had been doing far too much of as well. There had to be an easier way. Plastic sheeting maybe? But the