Page 5 of Breaking Her In

Yes. I was actually hopingshe wouldquit. Then I’d be off the hook.

I bite back a groan that nearly escapes my throat. She has no idea how close she is to getting thrown in the hay and stripped of her clothes with her legs over my shoulders.

She squares her shoulders at me, cocks her head to the side, and looks me right in the eyes. “I know how to work, Colt. I’m not a kid anymore.”

No, you’re fucking not.

My blood is boiling, surging straight to my cock, which is getting harder and harder by the second. She’s only eighteen. I bet she’s never been fucked before. She must have the tightest little pussy in the world, and her attitude just makes me want to pound the sass right out of her until she’s crying out my name in pleasure.

Christ, I have to stop. My dick is aching with desire now. I have to get myself under control.

“Not a kid, huh?” I snark back, looking away. “You could have fooled me, the way you showed up in‘designer shoes,’looking like you were here to film some TikTok videos.”

“TikTok?” She laughs. “What does a cowboy like you know about TikTok?”

I can see her lips moving out of the corner of my vision. Christ, that mouth. That goddamn mouth. Her eyes shift to the ground beside me.

“Can I have a sip of that?” She points to my water canteen. “Thirsty.”

I shouldn’t. It’s not touching her directly, but it’s close. Even just having my arm around her last night when I stopped her from falling was enough to get my heart pounding like a drum. But what excuse can I give for denying her water? I pick up the canteen and hold it out for her.

“Thanks, cowboy.” She winks before wrapping her lips around the spout and sucking long and hard–like she knowsexactlywhat she’s doing. If only that spout was something else…something swelling between my thighs.

I force myself to look away–at anything other than the curve of her throat or the pursing of her lips or the way a drop spills onto her breasts, causing them to shine even more. When she hands it back, our fingers briefly touch, sending another jolt to my cock.

Without another word, I toss the canteen, grab her bucket, and brush past her. The only other alternative is snatching her by the waist and pinning her against the side of the barn and putting my lips on hers to get her to stop mouthing off.

My restraint is not because I’m a good man; it’s because I’m not a stupid man.

So I make space between us. I clean up some of the leftover mess that she should have handled, then go into the house and take the coldest shower a man can handle.

When I come back downstairs, Lena is standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water like she owns the place. Like she hasn’t been torturing me all morning with her sassy comebacks, her perfect thighs, and her plump, teenage tits that I am desperate to get my hands on. Even beneath her shirt, I can tell they’re perfectly shaped.

“You’re staring,” she says, lifting one eyebrow and looking back at me like she just caught me with one hand in the cookie jar. She smiles a wicked little smile and licks her bottom lip with a soft pink tongue like she just had something sweet. “If you’re going to stare, at least admit it. Like a man.”

My teeth clench together. “Watch it, Lena.”

“Why should I?” she purrs. “Afraid you’ll say something you shouldn’t?”

I turn away, counting the cracks in the floorboards to distract myself from grabbing her and doing something that will ruin both our lives. “You don’t want to play with me, little girl.”

I can see her smiling out of the corner of my vision. “Maybe I like to play with fire.”

My body goes tense. I bite the inside of my cheek and look back at her, trying to focus on seeing her as the boss’s daughter and nothing else. I watch as she goes to the fridge and takes out a yogurt. “Hope you don’t mind,” she says. “But I’m starving.”

Spoiled little gorgeous brat.

“I don’t know how it is at home,” I growl, stepping closer, “butaround here, youaskbefore taking something that ain’t yours.”

Of course, Lena doesn’t back down.

“Geez, didn’t realize you’d be so protective over a little blueberry yogurt.”

“I’m protective over everything in this house.”Including you.“Don’t think you can push me too hard without consequences.”

Lena’s eyes flash with something like heat–like desire. Jesus, maybe shewantsconsequences. God help me. Shelikesit when I’m hard on her, and that makes things so much worse. Because now every one of my punishments feels like foreplay.

“I’m not afraid of you, Colt.” Her voice is quiet but firm as she tears the lid from her yogurt and grabs a spoon from the drawer.

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