Page 97 of The Cowgirl's Chosen Love
“But just to reassure you, I always planned to match Finn’s donation to the rescue center, anonymously.” He had her in his lap. “I like to be generous. You’ll get to be as well, but there’s something to be said for working for your accomplishments.”
“Makes sense.”
Just as he was reaching for her to begin the most interesting and hands-on part of the evening, Lisa took her turn to mystify the heck out of him.
She snuck off his lap and into the chair in front of the window. Legs curled under her, she offered him a blinding smile. “Oh, wait. Let me get something ready for you.”
An instant later she’d pulled out her phone and started playing music, looking up at him expectantly.
Josiah eyed her in confusion. “Yes?”
“I’m waiting,” she said.
“I noticed. For what?”
“Your Magic Mike strip routine. You said the only way that would happen is if pigs flew.”
Hysterical. “Pigs flew today? I think I missed it.”
She cued something on her phone and then passed it over.
He swore. She’d taken a shot of the balloons drifting over the crowd before he’d begun the actual auction. There amidst the other animals…
Floating pigs.
“You cheated,” he said. “That’s why you volunteered to be in charge of picking decorations.
She pressed a hand against her chest, jaw dropping as if in shock. “Moi?Cheat?” Her expression softened. “You don’t have to, but I’m just saying, if it’s something you’d like to do, you’re not going to find a more appreciative audience anywhere.”
Josiah faked a long-suffering sigh. Seems she had a dramatic streak as wide as his. Still, the joy in her eyes wasn’t something he could deny and there were parts of his background he did enjoy.
So…
He turned up the music and placed her phone on the table at her elbow, slowly stepping away.
Lisa clasped her hands and laughed, her smile growing wider as he swung his hips and attempted to make taking off his T-shirt sexy. Her gaze drifted over his torso, her tongue slipping past her lips. Lips glistening, pulse beating at the base of her throat.
When she popped up on her knees and tossed asideherpyjama top, suddenly the whole stripping idea got a lot hotter.
Josiah took his time, enjoying the show he was getting in return, because when he finally dropped his pants, Lisa had also lost her clothes.
She joined him, completely comfortable as she swayed naked in his arms.
“You’re going to miss my best moves, watching from so close,” Josiah teased.
“Trust me,” she offered back with a gasp as he cupped her breast, then stole down to suck her nipple into his mouth. “I don’t need to see them to appreciate them.”
They made love, slow and sweet at first, until neither of them could hold back. Hands and teeth and touch and pressure increasing until red-hot pleasure melted his spine and they finished in a panting tangle in front of the fire.
Lisa adjusted position to rest her head on his still rocking chest. “Love you. So much.”
“Good,” he got out with the limited energy he had remaining. Debating if they really needed to move all the way to the bed.
She laughed softly. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”
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Dinner at Silver Stone felt different. Not just because Lisa hadn’t cooked the meal by herself and not because there was more family around than before.
