Page 49 of Rough Cowboy

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He grins. “We’ve established that.”

“I don’t want some sappy, sweet lovemaking from you. I’m not exactly sure what your endgame is here-”

“What if you’re my endgame?” His fingers circle my ankle, bringing my toes to his mouth.

“Don’t you dare when I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you?”

“Don’t what?” He sucks my toe and son of a bitch if that isn’t my biggest fetish. I love my toes in his mouth.

“I think you’ve hit your head—” my sentence is drowned by my own moan when his teeth scrape my skin.

“I’ve hit my head a few times.” He moves onto my next toe.

“You’re not allowed to want me for your endgame. My life is complicated. I’m going to be a mama.”

“A sexy mama.” He massages the bottom of my feet as his tongue laps my toe.

I fall back on the mattress. “Suck it harder.” He listens. “No, wait. Stop.”

He stops and lowers my foot to look at me.

“I want you to fuck me on the edge of this bed and then return to your room.”

He licks his lips. “I want to lick up your juices, then fuck you, fall asleep with you in my arms, then in the morning do it all over.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

I snatch my leg away. “I don’t know what this is.”

“Neither do I, but it’s been hell ignoring you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Elsie, I don’t know.” He runs his hands through his hair. “I like you. A lot. Likelikeyou.”

“You don’t likelikeanyone.”

“I like you. A lot.”

“You’re weird.”

He laughs a deep rumble of a sound. “Do you likelikeme?”

“No. I hate you more now than I did four hours ago.”

He chuckles and takes a step toward me. “I don’t think that’s true.” His hands grasp my ankles, and he drags me over the blankets. “I’ll fuck you on the edge of the bed.”

“Thank you.”

Another deep chuckle. “But I’m not leaving tonight.” He rips open the condom and slides it on his long shaft.

“Fine, but I’m not making love to you. Fucking, that’s what we’re doing. Rough, hard fucking.”

“Fine.” He grips my hips and thrusts his hard cock inside me. “Fuck.” The way his eyes drop closed is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I gasp and grab fistfuls of the blanket.

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