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“No more?”

Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she agreed. “No more.”

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JULES

Soft, rosy light streamed in through the window, painting Riley in a glow akin to that old movie haze. If there was ever a time that he looked like a young Robert Redford, it was this moment. Sleeping soundly in the morning light, his features relaxed.

Jules slipped out from between the sheets, crossing over to her purse sitting atop the dresser and taking it into the bathroom. She dug around in the bag until she found it. Her favorite tube of red lipstick.

Same as one year ago, she smoothed it out along her lips and smacked them together. Then she planted a kiss on Riley’s bathroom mirror. A smug grin curled her mouth as she stepped back and admired her handy work, hickeys from Riley scattered across her bare chest in the reflection. This is where the similarities would end this time, though.

Sliding the lipstick back into its place, she tiptoed out the door and across the bedroom to the handsome cowboy still fast asleep. She tucked herself back under the covers, curling into his side. His face nuzzled into her hair. A low hum of satisfaction vibrated against her temple.

“You stayed,” he murmured, a smile in his voice.

A pang shot through her heart; it was as if he wasn’t sure she would. And before they could figure out what this was, she would run to Argentina and prove his concerns warranted. Significantly sooner than anyone expected. Not only would it hurt her chances with Riley, but it would also hurt the ranch. They thought they still had over a month to formulate a plan for Laurel’s replacement.

“Someone had to make sure you’d be okay now that the injection is worn off.”

“Is that the only reason?” His voice dropped an octave as his hand slid between her legs. His thumb swirled at her clit as his finger teased across her entrance.

“Maybe,” she breathed.

Riley slid a finger inside her, curling it deliciously before pausing.

“If that’s the case.” He began to withdraw his hand.

With a roll of her eyes, she reached down and caught his wrist. She guided him back to her entrance. Attempting the best glare she could muster in this moment, she lifted her face to his and replied, “It’s not the case.”

Satisfied with her response, he shifted two fingers inside her. Hooking them, he dragged his thumb back into place, working his hand rougher this time. A sigh escaped her as she rocked to grind herself against him.

“Tell me why you stayed. Tell me that no one makes you feel as good as I do,” Riley commanded.

His voice carried an authority that spiked her desire. But she couldn’t focus on forming any type of sentence. Her mind was going fuzzy around the edges, pleasure rippling up her core.

Only a groan escaped her as he continued to swirl his fingers just right.

“That’s okay, darlin’. The way you’re dripping down my hand tells me everything I need to know.”

Dammit, even his smug tone was doing something to her. On the edge, Jules arched her back, giving in to the way he was utterly in control of her body. And as she did, her release spilled over.

He withdrew his hand and slapped her ass, her arousal slipping across her skin on his fingers.

“I didn’t just stay for that, either,” she murmured, rolling forward and tucking herself under his chin.

“Why did you stay, Jules?”

“I like the idea of belonging here with you. I just don’t know how…”

He wrapped his arms around her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Tell me again?” he asked gently.

“I like the idea that we could belong together.”

“I like it too. My god, do I like the idea of that too.”

Riley

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