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“You sure, baby?” he asked as he gathered her up in his strong arms. He’d heard her and her sisters loud and clear. He knew she wanted to get married.

When he moved his mouth past hers and went straight to her neck to kiss and nibble it, she couldn’t help wilting in his arms. He did know how to work her body, that was true. “Griff,” she moaned as she ran her hands over his tightly muscled back.

The bulls that were in the pens began to get louder as they mooed. Griff whispered in her ear, “We’re making them get all hot and bothered, baby. That’s a good thing. It’ll make your job easier.”

Pressing her up against the wall, he kissed her long and hard. He was going to work her up into a frenzy and win the bet while he planted the seed of doubt in her head about making him her husband.

Jess was finding it harder and harder to keep her wits about her when Griffin kissed her and handled her in a way that made her insides turn to butter. His mouth was hot and demanding as he kissed her. His strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around him and felt the swell of his cock as he pushed it against her.

They were completely alone, save the bulls and she was losing the battle. Moving her hands through his thick hair, she moaned as he rubbed himself against her. Over and over, his throbbing cock moved, making her lightheaded and all thoughts ceased, except the one. The one that told her to let the damn bet go and find out what Griff could do for her.

Raking her nails along his back, she gasped when he bit her lower lip then nibbled his way down her neck. “Griff…”

“Shhh,” he said as he kept going. “Just let things happen, baby.”

Her brain was swimming in a sea of lust. Her body was on fire, and Griff was the only man who could douse those flames. She knew, without a doubt, that he’d be the best she’d ever had. And she’d held off for as long as she could.

When his fingers moved down her throat, all the way to the top button of her shirt, she let him unbutton it. Each button got him that much closer to the prize. Stopping to cup one breast, he groaned with how good it felt in his hand.

Griff had to admit that things with Jess were going great. If he could go back in time, the one thing he’d do is make sure he didn’t overhear the girls’ conversation about roping them into marriage to pay their bills.

And with that thought, he lost the feelings he’d had. He let her breast go and stopped kissing her neck that was so sweet and tempting. Griff reminded himself that the woman who was holding him was a money grubbing liar.

“So, you ready to get handsy with one of the bulls? I’ll let you pick him out.”

“Griff, no,” Jess whined. She was wondering what the hell had happened. They’d just been making out hardcore, and she was about to give into him.

“Yes, Jess,” he said as he stepped back, moving her legs off him.

“Griff, what’s wrong?” she asked as she knew something had to have gone through his head that had him stopping. Then she knew he’d been thinking about the marriage thing and it’d shut him down.

All she wanted to do was end the charade. Tell him she knew about the bet and how they’d gotten back at them for it. But Griff seemed set on trying to make her whack off a bull as he drug her along with him to the first pen. “Come on. You have to do this. If you want me, then you’ll have to do this.”

Stopping short, Jess made a drastic decision. She was going to tell him the truth. Tired of keeping so much bottled up was taking its toll on her. “We need to talk.”

Griff turned around and eyed her, warily. Somewhere, deep inside, he knew she was about to confess, and he knew he should too. “About what, Jess?”

A door on the side of the barn flew open and in came a tall man with a gun aimed right at them. “What the hell are you two doing in here?”

“Who the hell are you?” Griffin asked as he quickly moved Jess behind him.

“Never mind that,” the stranger shouted. “Get on the ground and put your hands behind your heads.”

Griffin had no idea who the man was or what the hell he thought he was doing. Jess looked at him with wide eyes as she said, “You don’t live here, do you?”