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I’ve had men go down on me before, but I’ve never, ever done this.

“Sit down, baby. Give me that sweet girl juice I’ve been dreaming of.”

“You are a dirty, filthy man, Wyatt Logan.”

“You love it.”

“God, I do. I really do. So fucking much.”

Slowly, as not to accidentally suffocate him, I lower my sensitive flesh to his lips. His hands grip my ass and he pulls me closer as his tongue darts out and swipes a path of fire through my slick heat.

“Holy fuck, Wyatt,” I cry out as he assaults every inch of me that he can reach more aggressively than I was expecting.

When my hips begin grinding me downward, he chuckles darkly against my wet pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face like you’ve been wanting to since we met.”

I grip his headboard and do as I’m told, almost coming just from the feel of his beard against my thighs.

His tongue is demon possessed as it licks flames over my flesh again and again.

When he thrusts it inside me, I lose all control.

My legs clamp around his head as I come. Twitching and mewling like a crazed animal, I nearly fly to the fucking ceiling when he continues eating me through my orgasm.

I cry his name over and over, but I never say stop, so he doesn’t. When I try to move, his hands turn to iron shackles, holding me in place as he licks me clean of my release.

I’m shaking hard when he finally lets me free, then pulls me into his arms.

“So fucking sweet.” He kisses me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine until I taste myself on him.

My body wraps around his, curling against his warmth.

He holds me close as we both begin to drift off. Words I have no business thinking much less saying, threaten to erupt from my mouth, but I bite them back.

“Good night, rancher,” I whisper against his bare chest.

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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“ARE YOU LIMPING?” Isaac gapes at me as we finish up the morning meeting. “Damn, city girl must’ve really worked you over.”

I glare at him, thankful Antonio and the hands are out of earshot. “Pulled a heifer off the mountain in the rain last night.”

He makes a strange face. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Seems rude.”

I close my eyes briefly. “You’re fucking hilarious.”

He grins. “I know. My talent is wasted here, but whatever.” I move to saddle up Jameson, and my brother blocks me. “Speaking of wasted, like the time you’re currently wasting, city girl only has the cabin rented until Saturday. Mom is trying to talk her into staying until Monday and having one last Sunday dinner with the family.”

I’ve never craved a woman’s presence before. Never been comfortable with one in my home for an extended period.

Until now.

Isaac’s words start an immediate countdown clock in my mind.