Page 88 of Nanny for the Cowboy

I can’t help but laugh. Still, my mind comes back with a quip that stings like a paper cut you find while washing your hands.

You won’t have to for much longer, will you?

“Oh, now, what kind of boss would I be if I let you off easy?” I smile as the gentler part of me zeros in on how happy Clover looks. “Still…maybe I could forget about it for a day or two.”

“Luckiest girl in the world.” She leans forward, rising up on her tiptoes, and kisses me.

I hesitate to enjoy it, remembering how slippery of a slope this is. But the feel of her against me, her taste…I’m lost in no time.

My hands find her hips, pulling her tighter to my front, and I know she can feel how hard I am beneath my jeans.

Clover lets out a happy little moan, pulling back just a hair. “Spend the night with me.”

“After this morning with Darby?” I eye her. “You still want to chance it?”

But it’s not just that, now is it? I’m feeling…waysabout all this. I’m mixed up and confused, and I know that sleeping with Clover won’t help that.

“Just actually get out of my bed this time.” She smirks, and dammit, I can’t fight that look. “Need I remind you that it was your fault you were still in my room.”

Chuckling, the pull Clover has on me strengthens, the worry I’ve been fighting slowly melting away.

“My fault? You’re the one with that perfect little pussy. How was I supposed to leave that unattended?”

The blush in her cheeks flares brighter, and my cock twitches against my zipper. Iamfalling for this woman. Every moment is pulling me farther and farther down.

Chewing on her lip, Clover looks away and then back at me, this delightful flirtation of hers.

“So, get in here.”

Despite everything, despite how I know I’m supposed to be protecting her—protecting myself—I can’t resist her. Clover is sunshine on a rainy day, and I’m too warm beneath her light to turn away from it.

I smile, and then Clover is pulling me down to her lips. The kiss is slow at first, but the passion builds, and I hoist her up onto my hips, walking us into her room and shutting the door behind us.

Fumbling with the lock behind my back, I get it turned over, keeping my lips tangled with Clover’s the entire time. As she moans against my mouth, I carry her to the bed.

I need her naked—now.

We’re a tangle of limbs, and I’m not sure what’s gotten into me, but I throw everything I have into experiencing this.

Maybe it’s because my head and body are on such separate wavelengths. Maybe it’s because thinking is just too goddamn much right now.

Yeah, probably that, Brooks.

I don’t consider it, though. I don’t let myself think. That’s not what I want right now, all I want right now is to feel Clover beneath me, leaving the world behind me.

We strip off our clothes in a hurry, and my lips are right back on hers. When the need comes for air, I barely take any, running my kisses down Clover’s body.

She moans beneath me, the best fucking sound in the world, and I keep going. I hardly stop or breathe and never think.

I need this. I need her…need my mind to just shut up.

Clover’s body, the feel of her soft skin beneath my hands, the taste of her pussy on my tongue, that’s what I need—so damn badly.

“Brooks,” she groans, and I give more.

I give everything.

I lick and suck and give, give, give. I can’t be in my head. I have to be right here, Clover’s slit pressed to my lips, her legs squeezing around me.

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