Page 147 of The Brothers at Horseshoe Ranch

“Yeah. I see the window of the people in the apartment complex right next to mine. Very glamorous.”

“That sounds horrible.”

“You’re just being a snob because you’ve got this big, beautiful ranch and the country and you’re in nature. New York’s not so bad, but it’s definitely not scenic unless you like buildings.”

“I don’t like buildings so much,” he said. “Give me nature anytime. The blue of the sky, the green of the grass, the smell of the roses and sunflowers, and the beauty of the mountain range in the distance. I can ride my horse for hours and hours and still not meet that mountain range.”

“You make it sound so romantic.”

“I guess I do,” he said.

“You make me want to stay longer.”

“You can stay for as long as you want, Olivia.”

“I can’t, though. Amelia will need her house back eventually, and I have to work. I need to pay my bills.”

“I’ll pay you for your role as the interior designer for the cabins.”

“You can’t pay me. I don’t even have experience. You’re the one helping me get something on my resume.”

“Of course I’m going to pay you. I wouldn’t expect you to do it for free. Plus, I am excited to see your designs.”

“You’re far too good of man. You know that, right?”

“I don’t know that anyone’s ever said that to me.” He shook his head, and I felt my heart melting.

He was the best man I’d ever met in my life. A true gentleman. I leaned closer and kissed him, stroking his cheek and tangling my fingers in my hair.

“Olivia, I promised you that I won’t let anything happen tonight.” His voice was husky.

I pressed my fingers against his lips in response. I had been with men that hadn’t even been half as good as this man. I needed him. I wanted him. And to hell with the complexities of the situation. I was going to go with the moment. I tugged the hem of his T-shirt up, and he shifted to let me pull it off him.

“Olivia,” he said, his hands staying at the side of his body. “What are you doing?”

“Can’t you tell?”

“Are you sure this is something you want?

“Yes.” I pulled my own top off so that I was lying there in just my bra and jeans.

He made a noise of approval as he pressed his lips on my collarbone. I felt his hands on my stomach, running up the side of my body, then around my back to my bra, which he unclasped before pulling the straps off my arms. Then he bent his beautiful head to take one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked.

I closed my eyes with a moan of longing as I ran my fingers down his back.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Beau shifted over to the side and kissed down between the valley of my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples. I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off.

Beau took in the sight of me in nothing but my panties, a wicked glint in his eyes. “So we’re really going to do the dang thing, huh?”

“Keep talking like that and I might change my mind,” I told him.

He pulled off his own pants. I could see the outline of his cock through the material of his briefs. He was hard already. I reached up to stroke his cock, slipping my fingers inside his briefs. “Seems like you’re ready for me already,” I whispered.

“Always,” he said. “Whenever you want it, I’m ready,” he growled.

I giggled as he bent back down, took my panties in his teeth, and pulled them down and off my legs. Then I gasped as he licked up the inside of my leg all the way along my calf toward my thighs. His hands pushed my legs apart, but he stopped right before he touched my pussy. My entire body was shaking in sweet anticipation. I wanted this man, and I didn’t care about anything else.

And then he dove in. His tongue flicked and teased me, and I gripped the sheets. He seemed to enjoy the small moans I made because he grunted as he licked me. I cried out as I felt his tongue entering me. My eyes flickered open, and I saw that he was staring up at my face as he ate me. The intensity of his gaze made the experience even more powerful. I came, faster and harder than a downhill rollercoaster.

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