Page 61 of Cowboy in Colorado

“Will, I was—you were—” I reach for him, tug him back by his arousal. “I had you where I wanted you.”

“I didn’t travel seventeen hundred miles to come down your throat.” He grabs my wrist, jaw gritted as he pulls himself away from the edge. “I’m not starting us out like that.”

“Will—”

He yanks his jeans up, buttons the fly—painfully, it looks like—around his erection. “Your place. Now.”

“You don’t have a shirt. Neither do I, for that matter,” I say.

“I don’t care. Figure something out.” He cups my jaw. “I need you alone. I need you under me, wrapped around me. I need your legs around my back as I fuck you to an orgasm you’ll never forget.”

“I haven’t forgotten the last one,” I murmur.

“Neither have I,” he growls.

I swallow hard—he just made me fall further in love with him, whether he knows it or not.

I move past him, to the closet in the corner of my office; I keep a change of clothes here, just in case of an emergency. I shrug into a blazer and button it up, which only sort of covers me—it’s still obvious I’m naked under it, but I don’t care. I hold up a finger for Will to wait, and I leave my office.

Dad is in the conference room, going over what seems, at a cursory glance, to be the contract we drew up before I left for Colorado. He sees me come in but only at a glance. “Brooklyn, hey. Good contract. Have him sign it—” He looks up at me, then and I can tell he is not missing the fact that I’ve had a change of clothes.

I ignore him and take the suit coat he’d taken off and hung on the back of his chair. “I’m leaving.”

He blinks. “Okay…”

“We’ll talk later,” I say, and turn away.

“Brooklyn?” His voice stops me; I turn and look at him. “Don’t mistake sex for love, darling. They’re not the same.”

“He came here. He’s willing to sign that.” I shrug. “In this case, they are the same. And more.”

He hands me the contract. “Business first,” he says. “Have him sign it before you go anywhere—”

“Dad, come on—”

“That way,” he continues over me. “You can focus on, um…hashing out your personal issues without worrying about business getting in the way.”

I snatch the contract from him and march back to my office, contract in one hand, jacket in the other. Will is waiting, as only he can: still, not fidgety, just still and calm. I shove the contract at him. “If you’re serious about the deal, then sign.”

He takes it, grabs a pen from my desk, and prepares to sign.

I touch his wrist to pause his movement. “Will?”

He blinks at me. “Yes?”

“Don’t sign for—” I gesture between him and me. “For this. They’re not connected, not anymore. Sign if it’s a good move for you and your family. If you don’t sign…” I let out a breath. “This will still happen. You just…I need you to know that.”

He stares at me steadily. “I should read this—as a business owner, I know that. But I trust you to not screw us over. Do right by the Bar-A, by the Audens, and by all of our employees and dependents.”

“I will, I promise.”

He smiles, nods, and then signs in a quick messy scrawl. The grin fades, and he shrugs into his blazer and buttons it over his bare chest—and it looks both funny and unbearably hot, buttoned up over his ripped abs and bulging pecs. “Let’s go. Before I say fuck it and bend you over this desk.”

“Don’t tempt me, Will,” I groan. “I’m ovulating, so I’d get pregnant if your cum got anywherenearmy vagina.” I cling to his arm. “Elevator, now, beforeIsay fuck it and let you bend me over this desk.”

We speed walk, hand in hand, out of my office and to the elevator. We pass Tina at the copier, and her jaw falls open. It couldn’t be any more obvious what’s happening if we were to be seenin flagrante delictoin my office.

“Um, Brooklyn?” Tina says.