Page 61 of A Rancher's Love

The shirt slid from her shoulders and she backed her chair away from the table. Whatever she’d propped her phone against, the new position meant he got a front row view of her spectacular tits in a very sheer blue bra.

He dropped a hand over his hardening cock and gripped it firmly.

She nibbled innocently on her bottom lip. “Want to fool around?”

Always. Forever.Neither of which were the correct answer.

He went for casual and light, since that seemed more appropriate. “You’re going to break me, woman.”

“Again with the ego.” She dropped her gaze over him. “Adjust your screen. I want to see.”

He slid the heel of his hand over his length, emphasizing the arm movement, because while his groin was out of the picture, no way would she misunderstand what he was doing. “Maybe I’m comfy like this.”

Her eyes flashed. “Fine. Then you won’t mind if I do this.”

She leaned back in her chair, lifting a hand to her mouth. She slipped two fingers past those pouting lips, tongue extending as she licked. Swirling around until moisture shone in the light. The minx kept her gaze firmly on his as she slid her hand down her body. Past her breasts and over her belly—

Out of sight.

“Ginny.” A growl of protest escaped as her eyelids fluttered shut and her head drifted back. Her fingers must’ve hit their target.

She played mean, which meant he needed to fight fire with fire.

He stood, watching his phone to see exactly what the camera was aimed at. When he got a shot of crotch, he ignored his image and went back to watching her. “Want this?”

She licked her lips again, gaze fixed on his hands as he stroked. “Hallelujah. You’re finally sending me a dick pic.”

“Nothing as crass as that,” he returned. “Move your damn camera so I can see what you’re doing.”

Both of them fumbled with their phones, stripping away clothes, and then he was staring at her clad in a pair of see-through panties that matched the sinfully sexy bra.

Ginny sighed contentedly. “You have filled out in all the right ways,” she said.

He slowed his motions, easing the pressure against his dick. Because the sight of her lush curves relaxing back in her chair, fingers diving under the pale fabric with her knuckles moving in an easy rhythm as she stroked herself—

The visuals alone were going to set him off without any effort.

“Put your fingers in your pretty cunt,” Tucker ordered.

A shiver rolled over her. “Such language,” she scolded even as a sigh escaped her lips. She followed his command, and the sound turned into a breathless moan. “Show me your cock.”

“Soon,” he promised. “If I’m doing this, I’m going to do it right.”

Her lips curled in a smile. “I like your cock, Tucker. Show me.”

“No way. There’s nothing pretty about male equipment. Not like how your pussy gets all swollen and wet for me. Opening up so I want to lick every soft fold with my tongue. I love tasting you bloom as I tease the little pebble of your clit out from the pretty little cave where it hides.”

Her fingers moved faster under the fabric that was now noticeably wet. “Getting pretty poetic there, sweetheart.”

“Sweet words for a sweet pussy. Pet her a little harder. That’s it. I want to see your legs quivering.” Tucker jammed a hand under his sweats, relief at pumping into his fist enough to make his muscles clench.

Her eyelids dropped to half-mast as she fixated on the hand under his sweats. Then the hand drifting across his chest as he stroked a thumb over his nipple.

“Never sent you something so ordinary as a dick pic. But I hear a dick drop is all the thing.” He shimmied the edge of his sweats over a hipbone, pressing the front fabric away with his pumping hand until the tip of his cock was exposed every time he stroked.

“Tucker.” Ginny shoved aside the gusset of her underwear, propping her right foot up on the chair beside her and opening wide to his view.

Christ, he was going to die right then and there. “Fuck.”