Page 9 of Ride 'em Cowboy

She shook her head impatiently as if she could dislodge that traitorous voice in her head.

Stepping into the apartment, she started the tour.“The kitchen is on the left, with a breakfast bar between it and the living room.”She turned to gesture to her right.“The bathroom is down here, full bath, and the bedroom is at the end of the hallway.”Now why had she suddenly remembered the bed at the motel room?Nice firm mattress, not one of those high things you needed a stepladder to get on to.

“Damn!”She glanced around wildly.Had she really said that out loud?

“I beg your pardon?”Wyatt turned from his inspection of the fridge to look at her questioningly.

“Sorry.Was thinking of something else.”God, could this be any more awkward?

“Are there sheets and towels, or do I need to go buy some?I didn’t bring any with me.”

“I’m not sure.They’d probably be in the linen closet.”Fiona started down the hall, and suddenly Wyatt was right behind her.She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and a surge of erotic heat lanced straight to her groin.

She stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes as Wyatt’s arms came round to trap her against his lean body.She felt his lips brush across the back of her neck, before he nibbled on her earlobe, sending fresh curls of fire dancing down her spine.

She turned in his arms and opened her eyes to stare up at him.“We shouldn’t…”

“…but we’re going to.”

She sighed softly.“Yeah.We are.”

He lowered his head to sear a passionate kiss across her lips.“I’ll stop if you tell me to.”

She shook her head vigorously.“Hell no.But we should lock the door.”

He took his time claiming her lips before he let her go and hurried back to the door.She heard a faint click as he engaged the lock, and then he was back.He swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, tossing her on the bed.

Déjà vu!

She propped herself up on one elbow and watched as he stripped off his clothing with reckless abandon.“This is getting to be a habit with you.”

He tilted his head questioningly.

“Carrying me off and throwing me onto the nearest bed.”

He grinned.“As habits go, it’s not a bad one.”He produced a foil package from his back pocket.“And I made sure I restocked my supply of these.”

Fiona raised one brow.

“You know we used most of what I had last night.”Wyatt skinned his jeans down to his ankles and kicked them aside.

Fiona smiled.Once again, he’d gone commando.She sat up and pulled her top over her head, pausing to fold it neatly and lay it on the side table.This was her church clothing, and she had no intention of destroying it no matter how yummy the new custodian turned out to be.

Wyatt stood beside the bed and reached for the condom.“I love watching you take your clothes off.”He sheathed himself, then slid his fist from the base of his cock to the broadly flared tip.

Fiona smirked and undid the fastening at the side of her skirt.She paused for a moment, making sure she had his full attention before slowly standing on the bed and letting the silken material slide to a colorful puddle at her feet.

“Holy shit.”

Having Wyatt stand there too shocked to move was priceless.She’d worn a sexy new red lace thong under her outfit that morning, the naughty silk item making her feel secretly sexy.She’d felt a bit silly when she put it on, but now she was glad she had.

Wyatt shook his head.“You are one bad-assed office administrator.”He crawled onto the bed and grabbed her around the waist.“Get that luscious butt of yours over here.”

Flipping her over onto her belly, he slipped the scrap of lace off her before he pulled her up onto her hands and knees in front of him.

“I don’t do back door!”Fiona squeaked in alarm.He was way too big to even contemplate trying that.

Wyatt chuckled.“I bet I could get you to change your mind, but that’s not what I had in mind right now.”Reaching down between her legs, he stroked his fingers across her entrance.“You’re already wet for me.I bet you creamed up the minute you saw me standing in your office.”

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