I was, sporting an erection that threatened to bust the zipper on my jeans.
The sexiest woman I’d ever seen was standing on my porch, staring back at me with a similar expression to the one I imagined was on my face. She had thick auburn hair that floated around her head and down to her shoulders in soft curls. Her skin was pale and milky, and my fingers itched to see if it felt as silky as it looked. Her big, blue eyes were surrounded by long, auburn lashes, and her pert nose turned up adorably at the tip. Her mouth was wide with plump, pink lips. That mouth would be perfect for taking my above average size cock all the way to the back of her throat. I blinked owlishly, shocked at the dirty images she was inspiring.
My gaze continued its perusal to see a slender neck, large, mouthwatering tits, and a slim waist that flared into wide hips. Perfect for grabbing while I pumped her full of come, and perfect for having the babies I planted inside her. What the fuck? Where had these thoughts come from?
She was dressed in a tight pink tank top and jean shorts that showed off her legs. While she was probably around a foot shorter than my six feet, two inches, her legs were long and toned. They’d look amazing when they were wrapped around my waist...or my head.
Get ahold of yourself, man!
I ripped my gaze away from her body and returned it to her sweet face. She was staring at me with her lips slightly parted, and her blue eyes round and wide.
I knew what she was seeing because I wasn’t oblivious to my looks. Unruly blond hair that needed a cut, a long face with a hard jaw. Pale green eyes, framed with black lashes, a straight nose, and a round mouth. It was then that I remembered I was shirtless, and I was utterly speechless at the desire I felt to preen like a fucking peacock. I kept myself in shape, years of lifting and boxing made my biceps prominent, my abs were well defined, and I sported the cut V that women seemed to favor. Although I hadn’t used it in a very long time, I was also very well endowed, a detail that had not escaped my angel’s notice. In fact, she gasped when her eyes reached the bulge in my pants, and I almost laughed at how adorably innocent she looked. I didn’t bother to hide it either. I intended to get eleven inches deep in this woman eventually, so she might as well start getting acquainted with my size.
My mouth felt as though it was full of sand, but I cleared my throat and swallowed a few times, trying to reclaim some moisture. “What can I do for you, angel?” Better yet, what can I do to you?
“Um.” Her eyes dropped to the ground, and I immediately missed their beauty. Her round cheeks flushed with a pretty pink hue, and I didn’t know how I knew, but I was sure that I could make her whole body flush pink like that by sucking her nipples or eating her pussy. “I’m Penelope—Penny. My sister said you needed some help with your son?”
And just like that, my world came crashing down around me. Son of a fucking bitch.
Penny. As in, Mallory’s seventeen-year-old sister. Jailbait. Off-limits. In fact, I should be thrown in a cell simply for thinking about the filthy, depraved things I wanted to do to her.
I waited for reality to throw a cold bucket of ice water over my libido, but it never came. I mentally banged my head against a wall. Seriously? I asked my dick. You practically hibernate for years and then lust after a woman—no, a teenage girl—who is off-limits on so many levels. I was thirty-nine, for fuck’s sake. Over twenty years older than her!
An evil voice in my mind began to argue that she certainly had the body of a woman and would legally be one very soon. The rational part of me sternly reminded me that I needed to send her away. This was a powder keg that could burn the whole city down.
“Listen, Penelope,” I said hesitantly, wanting to let her down easy. “Tucker is asleep right now, so you’ll have to be quiet, but I’ll show you around and where everything is.”
WHAT. THE. FUCK!?!?!?!?
It was like a fucking out-of-body experience. I watched myself step aside and allow