Page 64 of Cowboy of Convenience
Her loft in the city had a great soaking tub, but the tiny version in her Moss Creek rental was barely big enough to sit in, let alone stretch out for any sort of an enjoyable experience. She hadn’t minded so much before—it was better to be relegated to only showers than married off to an ass like Sasha—but with that fear off the table, she was ready for a pile of bubbles big enough to hide her whole body.
And a bikini wax.
Maybe a pedicure.
“Hmm.” Grady was propped up against the opposite end of the bath, his long legs flanking each side of her body. His hand wrapped around one of her feet, lifting it against his chest before gently rubbing the sole with the pads of his thumbs. “What else did you give up?”
She wiggled her toes with a grin. “Pedicures, for starters.”
He inspected her self-polish job. “They do seem a little raggedy.”
She yanked her foot away with a scoff.
Grady’s laugh was loud as it echoed through the high-ceilinged space. “I’m just giving you a hard time.” He caught her foot under the water, gripping it tight as he lifted it to the surface. “Your toes are perfect.” He went back to working the sole with a firm, but careful touch. “Prettiest piggies I’ve ever seen.”
Evelyn snorted, the sound wholly unattractive. “Did you just call my toes piggies?”
“That’s what they are. There’s a whole nursery rhyme about it.” He pinched her big toe between his thumb and pointer. “This little piggy—” He lifted his brows, eyes coming her way like she didn’t already know exactly what he was talking about.
He was teasing her again. It was sweet and adorable, but also a little depressing.
“That’s not really something we did in my family.” She knew her upbringing wasn’t normal, but always believed that was primarily because of the wealth that permeated it. Maybe money wasn’t what made it so different.
Grady’s mouth hardened. “Imagine that.” He pulled her foot closer, pressing a kiss to the tip of her big toe. “This little piggy went to market.” He moved to her next toe, kissing the tip of it. “This little piggy stayed home.” He kept working his way down the line, in the sweetest, weirdest rendition of the rhyme she could imagine. It was achingly cute. Right up until the last little piggy found his way home and Grady’s strong hands gripped her calves, dragging her body along his until she was straddling his lap.
She wobbled a little as her knees scooted against the bottom of the tub, skin too slippery to get much traction. “I don’t remember this being how that ends.”
“You’ll just have to trust me then.” Grady’s hands moved up her thighs before sliding back to palm her ass, bringing her closer to the straining line of his cock.
The same cock she was doing her best to ignore.
Yes, Grady said she could take advantage of him whenever she wanted, but it still didn’t seem okay to objectify and lust after him considering the day he’d had. Although maybe that was what he needed. It was the whole reason he’d wanted to be a part of this fake fiancé thing in the first place, wasn’t it?
“You look like you’re thinkin’ about something awful hard, Ev.” Grady smoothed his hands up her back.
She rested both palms on his chest, spreading her fingers wide as her knees continued to resist the position she had them in. “Did you really just tell Sasha you were my fiancé because you needed something to take your mind off everything?”
Grady’s fingertips traced down the length of her arms, his touch warm and gentle. “You sure you’re ready for the answer to that?”
Evelyn clenched her thighs, fighting to hold her position. “Yes.”
“Then no.” Grady’s eyes held hers. “That’s not the only reason.”
She swallowed hard. “What was the other reason?”
Grady’s hand traced down her front, following the slight swell of each breast in a touch that wasn’t even close to satisfying. “You were the other reason.” He continued drawing slow circles that seemed to get smaller and smaller but still never reached the spots she wanted contact most. “I talked myself out of you more times than I can count.” His finger traced dangerously close to her straining nipple, anticipation making the skin pull tight. “I knew I didn’t have the kind of time you deserved.”
Evelyn struggled to breathe as his teasing finger moved closer and closer. “But you had the time to pretend to be engaged to me?”
“Yes.” Grady’s eyes followed the path of his wandering finger. “I couldn’t take you to dinner and movies, but I could sure as hell camp my ass on your couch at night and make sure that pecker didn’t bother you.” His gaze came to hers. “Especially since your couch is more comfortable than your bed.”
Evelyn slapped at his shoulder, intending for the move to be as playful as his tone, but the motion stole what remained of her precarious balance, sending her body sliding right against Grady’s—nipples dragging along the textured hair of his wet chest, pussy pressing against the hard line of his cock. She couldn’t help the tiny moan that slipped free.
Grady caught her, holding her tight, nostrils flaring as she rolled her hips, seeking out more of what she needed.
He groaned, thrusting up against her. “And I’m real fuckin’ glad we’ll be in my bed tonight.” He suddenly stood, the move smooth and coordinated as he hauled them both up and out of the cooling water.
Evelyn held on for dear life as he swung her over the edge, planting her feet on the mat on the other side before joining her. Grady grabbed one of the large towels he’d laid out and wrapped it around her body, carefully drying her off before slinging the used towel over his shoulder and bundling her in the fresh, dry one. He tipped his head toward the door. “Go get in bed.”
