Page 28 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
A fresh surge of lust tore through him. “We didn’t even make it out of the bungalow that day.”
“Let’s see if you can put this bronco to shame, buckaroo,” she teased.
Hot cowboy sex on a stationary mechanical bull? Yeehaw, hell yes!
He dialed up his pace, rocking his hips while he held her close.
“Let’s lose the pants, cowgirl,” he groaned, his cock weeping with the need to meet her sweet center.
“That’ll be tricky in a romper, but I’m keen to see you crazy kids try and pull it off,” came a voice that didn’t belong to his wife.
They stilled, then glanced down at the mechanical bull. This thing didn’t talk, did it?
“Who is that?” Georgie asked.
“Not the headless bull,” came the amused voice.
He shared a look with his wife, who’s expression screamed extreme mortification.
“Welcome home, newlyweds! It’s Bobby and me,” Hector said, his voice booming.
“Where are you guys?” Georgie asked, looking around.
“We’re right next door,” Bobby answered.
Georgie frowned, still searching for the location of the speakers. “How’d you know we were in here?”
“You tripped a motion sensor and security started monitoring. They called to let us know two sexual deviants had broken into the new office,” Hector replied as if getting the call regarding sexual deviants had broken into the building was cause for celebration.
“Sexual deviants?” Georgie echoed.
“You are making out on a mechanical bull. VeryUrban Cowboyof you,” Hector answered.
Georgie’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. “You can see us? Like totally see us?”
“Of course! We’re an internet tech company. We have cameras everywhere,” Bobby answered.
Jordan frowned. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“It couldn’t go that far. Georgie’s in a romper. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a gorgeous garment, but I just read one of our fashion blogger’s post about it being the equivalent of a naughty no-no if you’re hoping to knock out a quickie. Did your mother send it to you?” Hector finished.
Georgie dropped her head to rest on his shoulder. “This cannot be happening.”
“At least it’s only Hector and Bobby,” he said, running his hand down her back.
“No, it’s the entire CityBeat PR and Marketing team,” Hector corrected.
Georgie gasped. “All of you are watching us?”
“Like I said, we wanted to see how you handled the romper situation,” Hector answered.
“I had five bucks on you, Jordan,” came another voice.
“Barry? Is that you?” he asked.
“Yeah! It’s good to see you guys. How was Fiji?” the man replied jovially, as if there was nothing weird about engaging in high-tech peeping Tom-ery.
“Hold on! What do you mean you had five bucks on Jordan?” Georgie asked with an incensed crinkle to her brow.
