Page 18 of Dirty Cowboy

"Your brothers are wrong about you, Emma Silver." His voice drags over my name, slow and deliberate. "You’re not so little anymore."

No, he definitely knowsexactlywhat he’s doing.

"What do you say we have a look at your kitty?"

I exhale shakily. "Please, be gentle."

His smirk deepens. "No promises."

He sets the ice pack aside and picks at the first gem.

"Do you have tweezers? They’d help."

I nod. "Top drawer in the bathroom."

He gets up, padding toward the door, his broad back flexing as he moves. I should be horrified at what’s happening, but instead, all I can do is stare at his perfect, muscled ass and decide that, maybe, I shouldspill things more often. Except, you know… not on my pussy.

The sound of the drawer sliding open snaps me back to reality.

Shit.

Isent him into the same drawer as my vibrator.

"Did you find the tweezers?" I call, panic rising in my voice.

"Yup. I found them."

Oh God.

He returns without a word about my battery-powered companion, positioning himself over my hips, his face close—too close—to my skin. I watch as he works, picking off each gem with precision. Each one comes off easily, revealing sensitive, tingling skin beneath.

By the time he finishes, my thighs are clenching together, and not from the glue.

Eric tosses a towel over me, cleaning the small cut on my calf before standing.

"You should apply some cream. Your kitty looks inflamed."

I groan. "Eric, I swear to God?—"

He laughs, a deep, easy sound that melts some of my lingering mortification.

As he heads toward the door, I wrap a throw around myself and follow. "Will you stay for tea?"

He turns, and I collide straight into his rock-solid, bare chest. His hands catch my elbows, steadying me as I tip my head back to meet his gaze. He smells like sandalwood and trouble.

"I shouldn’t. Early meeting with your brothers."

"Right. Of course. I’m sorry I keep… Bumping into you."

His lips curl. "I’m not."

My breath catches. "You make me nervous."

"Why?"

"You’re a potential client. I want to make a good impression."

The smirk turns wicked. "Believe me, Ems. Nothing haseverimpressed me more than you."

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