Page 60 of Nanny for the Cowboy

She chuckles. “Oh, really? I don’t know. You’ve only just gotten that arm out of a cast. Maybe you should just rest.”

Snapping into action, I grip the back of Clover’s neck again, yanking her to the edge of the seat. I crash my lips against her, going for the back of her bra with my left hand—the one I haven’t been able to use as much.

Calling back on the years of practice I had before my extended hiatus from women, I find the hooks that slide into the loops on the opposite side and flick them free.

Her bra opens, and without breaking the kiss, I work the straps down her arms and fling the thing somewhere behind me.

Clover giggles against my lips, but they come to an abrupt stop as I slide my palm up her side to cup her breast. Her skin is so warm where it touches mine, so soft and smooth compared to the hard-earned calluses I have.

I find the hard bud of her nipple and squeeze enough that Clover whimpers through a sharp inhale. In a move that I have to assume is designed to get back at me, her fingers rake through my hair at the back of my head, tugging on the roots.

With a groan, I lean back, meeting Clover’s stare with a smirk. It’s a few seconds before we both release our holds and then I flick my eyes down to her breasts.

“Clover…”

The word is a gruff whisper as I eat up just how lovely she is. Clover’s skin has only just started to tan after being in thesun working all day, and the delicate alabaster color is a stark difference from my warm tan flesh.

Beyond that, she’s just so stunning. Her slim body is sculpted with light muscle, a fair bit of it earned through working on the ranch, and the little swells of her breasts are perfection—rosy pink nipples that look positively delicious, aching for my touch right in the center.

I cup her breast, lowering my head as I push it upward. Closing my lips around her nipple, I suck and nibble, making Clover arch against my mouth, whimpers escaping her in a tumble of strained syllables.

“Brooks…oh, God.”

Threading her fingers through my hair, she holds onto the shaggy locks tightly. Still, the pinch is damn good, a fire that zings through me, only heightening the arousal that’s been building since that first day.

I work my kisses and caresses all over her slim body, taking my time to enjoy the way she feels beneath my rough hands. Clover continues to arch and squirm until I’ve got her hips at the edge of the chair.

Reaching up, I grasp the waistband of her panties, the delicate things that are so thin they’re transparent in some spots. Everywhere beside the center, really, and that’s darkened with the evidence of her arousal.

My cock twitches against my zipper. I can’t put into words how much I want Clover right now, and the fact that she’s here, that she wants this too, is just too damn good.

I get the flimsy fabric down Clover’s legs, not missing my chance to peek at her and admire the beautiful promise between her thighs.

“So, Lucky,” I look up at her from my knees, smiling, “are you ready?”

Clover grips the arms of the chair and nods. “Fuck, yes.”

Without warning, I stand up, pull Clover off the chair, and take her spot in it, draping her across my lap so that her pert ass is poised and ready for me. She squeaks, the surprise hitting her, and then looks back over her shoulder at me with a glare.

“Umm, what the fuck?” Clover’s smiling, but I canfeelthe tension in her body as I run my hands up the back of her legs.

“Forgot already, Ms. Smart Mouth?” When I get to her ass, I pat firmly, drawing her attention there with a little warm-up. “I told you. You have a punishment coming to you first.”

Clover’s eyes flare wide, and I wait for a beat. I’m not looking to end this or take her to a place she doesn’t want to go, but…

“You wouldn’t,” she challenges, a tiny cock to her head giving me permission.

I just smile. Then, I crack one hand down over her ass, a solid spank that could certainly grow in intensity.

A slight yelp escapes Clover, and I know she’s doing her best to be quiet, considering the situation. When she looks back over her shoulder at me, that perfect glare in her eyes, she chews her lip.

“You bastard,” comes out of her in a whisper.

I hold my hand up, poised for the next strike. “Four more, Lucky. Think you can handle it?”

With the most shit-eating grin, Clover arches her back. “Bring it on.”

In quick succession, I dole out the four remaining spanks, alternating between her left and right cheeks. Clover grips my jeans, and when I’m through, I stand and haul her up to place her back on her feet.

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