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“Bucket list,” he said. “And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She opened her eyes, the pink flush on her cheeks darkening. Ryder pressed his fingers to her clit as she rode his cock. “Oh, God.”

Again, her muscles tightened as her breasts swayed, and her mouth gaped. She milked his cock with the quivering build of her orgasm. He wanted to come with her. Victoria dropped down, pressing her lips to his, and he thrust into her, driving until incoherent moans fell in gasps.

Ryder strained into her, groaning his deep satisfaction. “Damn, love.”

Relaxed against him, Victoria purred quietly, kissing his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her. They lulled into a post-high haze and drifted as he watched the clouds float by.That was spectacular.

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle it when you tear off my clothes.” She slipped off of him and started to dress.

He laughed, taking care of the condom and pulling on his clothes. “You’re the wild one.”

Victoria finger-combed her hair. “What else should we put on our bucket list?”

He hooked her close, pulling her into a hug. “I don’t know. Outdoors, round two?”

Tires crunching in the distance caught his attention, and Victoria’s too as she pulled off of his lap.

“There’s a car. Oh, my goodness,” she giggled.

He pulled himself together, tucking his shirt into place as she tried to do the same. “You good?”

“Relatively speaking.”

“Meaning?” he asked, eyebrows up.

“Interruptions stink.”

He laughed, adjusting his belt. “Yeah, agree. Just in time to finish, though.”

The new car parked near his SUV, and out popped a man and woman. Victoria stood, smoothing a hand over the backside of her shorts, and Ryder took an extra second to appreciate how her backside filled them out.

“Hi, mayor,” she called. “And Marjorie.”

Mayor.Well, fuck.Ryder stood up, not wanting to meet anyone, particularly the mayor and people she had to work with. They were out in the boonies for a reason.

She turned to him. “His wife.”

Awesome…

“We heard you were out here,” the man shouted back as they made their way over.

“I’m gonna kill Seven for all of her Holy Shitting gossiping,” Victoria muttered loud enough for only him to hear. “We were just target practicing.”

“A great day for it,” the mayor called back.

A few strides later, the new additions had joined them. Introductions were made, and all Ryder could think of was less than five minutes ago, the mayor had almost seen a whole new side of Victoria. Literally.

“Do you want to join us for lunch?” the mayor asked. “Marjorie, my wife,” he added for Ryder’s benefit, “would love for you to join us.”

That brought Ryder to the here and now, because he didn’t want to go to lunch with the Sweet Hills’ political who’s who. He wanted to drop back to the ground with his girl.

“Sure.” Victoria turned to him. “Sound good?”

“Peachy.” At least she wasn’t scowling over the desk, eyeballing intel that she wouldn’t admit to. “I’m game.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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