Page 5 of My Cowboy Boss
He’s not the friendliest guy but he’s got sexy nailed down like he took first place in that contest. Speaking of getting nailed, I’m reminded of the naughty dream I had about the two of us on this desk last night. Him buried deep in me while I clutch his back.
In my dream, his jaw was tense and he didn’t speak a word as he swept everything from the desk to the floor. Then he just took me, pushing into me hard and fast. I woke up wet and horny as hell.
I fan my heated face with a sheet of paper and glance at the wall clock, willing it to tick faster toward the end of my workday.
The door opens and Flint strides in. My heart thumps and my pulse kicks into high gear before I remind myself I’m in reality now and not my dream.That sucks.
His jaw is tight as he goes to pull back the curtains and open the windows. He always does that even if the air conditioning is running and it’s annoying.
He brushes his hands together his eyes piercing as he zeroes in on me.
“I need the cattle health records,” he says, taking off his hat and dropping the Stetson onto the edge of the desk.
I act like I know exactly where those are.Spoiler alert: I don’t. I click around in the ranch files, trying to quickly locate anything to do with the livestock.
I make a lot of hmm sounds and then murmur how I thought I saw it just the other day.
Flint huffs out a sigh and comes to stand behind me. He crowds me, leaning one arm on the back of the desk chair. The other, he reaches for the touchpad. His brows furrow and his lips draw tight.
I stare at them. He has nice lips. I noticed that when we first met. His arm brushes me when he taps the keyboard. “Maybe he didn’t input the latest information. Everything’s such a mess,” he says in his deep, sexy voice that whispered dirty things in my dream.
At the reminder, my nipples poke out like flowers yearning for sunlight, and I quickly cross my arms over the pale green dress shirt I pulled from my sister’s closet this morning.
He smells so good. Kind of like wood and earth. I discreetly look him over. Tight jeans.Mmm hmmm.Well-worn and taut in the places where it counts. I lean back in the chair to get a glimpse of that firm ass.
I’m not really an ass girl but he’s got one that’s sooo nice and firm…I lean back a little more and the chair starts to tip from the weight.
Letting out a squawk, arms flapping, I throw my body forward, pushing the chair away with the back of my legs at the same time.
And we collide.
I stagger because it feels like I rammed into a mountain.
This is not exactly how I imagined being in his arms, but I’m appreciating the heat from his body warming all my needy places.
His fingers grip my waist as he steadies me. Well, everything steadies except my heart which is galloping like a runaway horse.
“Great catch,” I say, grinning from embarrassment. I’m sure the color of my face probably matches the red of my sister’s borrowed lipstick.
His eyes flash.
Oh no.
Clearly, he’s annoyed. But he’s not taking his hands off me. If anything, his grip tightens, and I could swear he’s pulling me closer. Or maybe I’m swaying toward him.
I swallow hard, unable to look away from the turmoil in his eyes. The way he’s holding me and not letting go feels like it could complicate things.
He’s grumpy and aloof so I know he doesn’t like me but his cock sure as hell does with the way it’s pressing into me.
Flint
I’m attracted to her, and I don’t want to be. I shouldn’t be thinking the way I am. That it would slake a certain thirst in me that’s been growing since the first time I saw her.
I shouldn’t touch her. But damn, she feels so right beneath my fingertips. Her tits are almost against me, and I want that. Want it badly enough to consider taking a step forward and cramming her body against mine.
My brain goes to war with my body and like its got them written on a scroll, it unrolls all the reasons why this is a bad idea.
I get it. I shouldn’t feel anything at all. Emotions get in the way of survival.
