Page 147 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
Epilogue: Part One
Georgie
“Good morning, messy bun girl,” came the voice that made Georgiana Jensen-Marks’ toes curl.
Georgie arched into the wall of hard muscle pressing against her back.
“Hey, yourself,” she said, then gasped when she reached for her husband and found him wearing…
Chaps.
Sweet dirty cowboy!
“Remember these?” he purred, sliding up her nightgown before trailing his warm hand between her thighs.
She sucked in a titillating breath and instantly grew hot and wet.
“Oh, yes! The naughty rancher’s daughter remembers. Where did you find them?”
“I was up early with the baby and found them in a box when I was looking for my jump rope.”
“I need to thank that jump rope,” she replied, then released a low moan.
He kissed the back of her neck. “I’m surprised they fit.”
She wasn’t. The man looked as good today as he did the first time she saw her Emperor of Asshattery run past her bookshop.
Georgie hummed her pleasure as her husband’s hard length rubbed against her ass. The smooth slide of the leather chaps against the back of her legs sent sparks through her body.
“Are you kidding?” she said, turning to face him.
She ran her fingers down his ripped abdomen and licked a trail to where the chaps revealed her husband’s perfect hard length.
She’d never tell him, but yeah, he definitely had the Marks Perfect Ten cock.
She wrapped her lips around him and took in every inch.
“Georgiana,” he growled as his fingers tangled in her hair.
Her body ached to have him inside of her, pumping and filling her to the hilt. But he’d gone to such lengths to brighten her morning with a chaps-wearing surprise that the naughty rancher’s daughter felt compelled to show her cowboy a little dirty girl love.
His grip tightened as deep, dirty moans emanated from her fitness god. She increased her pace, taking him faster while grazing her teeth on his velvety smooth cock, using just the right amount of bite to bring her cowboy to the edge. He bucked his hips and twisted his hand in her hair. The delicious pull on her scalp sent tingles to her most sensitive place.
She might get off just listening to her husband.
He pumped, once then twice before pulling her back. His rock-hard cock stood at attention. This man was not done yet.
Not even close.
She licked her lips. “Why’d you have me stop?”
He met her gaze as his eyes positively devoured her. “We don’t want this to end yet, do we?”
“We don’t?” she replied, playing coy.
He gave her a cocky grin, and God help her, she still couldn’t resist it.
“Doesn’t the naughty rancher’s daughter want a ride?” he said, his grin growing positively carnal.
