Page 61 of Nanny for the Cowboy

Her skin is a fabulous rosy pink where I’ve left my mark on her, and I’m aching to get out of these damned pants.

She turns to face me, flushed and breathing a little heavy. “Easy as pie.”

I just smile, appreciating how she’s putting on a strong face, and then nod down at my belt.

“You did well, darlin’. Go on.”

Clover might not want to admit it, but she glows from the praise, and with a grin so wide it makes those adorable dimples in her cheeks stand out, she reaches for my buckle.

It’s a matter of moments before she has the belt undone and my pants unbuttoned with the zipper down. I step wider, letting my pants fall to the ground, and then step out of them.

She’s so incredibly gorgeous, so naked for me, and I pull my shirt over my head by the neck before taking her face and kissing her as I walk her backward toward the bed.

As we tumble onto the mattress, I plant my hands on either side of her head, snuggling myself between her thighs. A sheen glistens from her slit—the arousal she wears such a fucking turn-on.

“Look how ready you are for me,” I croon, kissing along the side of her neck and nipping gently.

“Stop teasing me,” she groans, arching up so that she can sneak a bit of contact. “I want to feel you.”

I can’t help the chuckle that breaks free, relishing the way she’s so desperate for a taste.

After not being sexually active with anyone in several years, it’s pretty damn flattering.

Keep your head, Brooks. This needs to last.

Stretching her legs wider with my hips, I wrap an arm around Clover’s waist and use the other to pull us up the bed toward the headboard. My erection brushes over her center, and Clover moans in a sharp hiss.

When she looks down, Clover’s eyes flare wide. “Jesus.”

Chuckling, the corner of my mouth lifts in a grin. “Why, thank you, Lucky.”

I repeat the motion, and Clover’s eyes roll back as she reels from the sensations.

“Ugh, goddamn.” She circles her arms around my neck. “Please, Brooks.”

I smirk. “Is that a beg, darlin’? Are you just so needy for me?”

Clover glares up at me, but there’s no venom behind it, only playful fury. Grinning down at her, I sweep my thumb over her full bottom lip, taking my cock in hand and running the head up and down her seam.

“Say it, Lucky. Let me hear how badly you want it.”

She groans, arching again, and Clover’s hands go to the headboard. She grips it so tightly that I notice her knuckles going white.

After a second, Clover blinks up at me. Some of that bratty resolve has disappeared, her desperation growing too strong to deny.

“Please, Brooks.Please. I need you to…” I watch Clover find her strength, sucking in a breath that makes her breast rise and fall. “I need you to fuck me.”

“That’s such a good girl,” I praise, then sheathe myself inside her in one long press forward.

Clover moans low, still doing her best to stay quiet, and fuck, is she tight around me. It takes her a moment to accommodate the stretch, but when I’m fully seated inside her, it’s utter bliss.

“Brooks, oh, God…” The words tumble out in a breathy mumble, and I set up a rhythm that Clover is quick to follow. “Yes, oh, yeeesss…”

“That’s it, darlin’.” I anchor one hand on the headboard while I grip her hip with the other. “Grip the headboard, Lucky. Rock against me.”

It is a fucking challenge to stay quiet for both of us, and my mind spins as the feeling of thrusting in and out of Clover’sperfect body surges through my nerves. She takes me so well, her slim, tiny body so dwarfed by mine.

The slick back and forth is so damned good, and then I need more of it. I go for Clover’s leg, pulling it up onto my shoulder so I can sink even deeper into her.

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