Page 58 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

She smiled to herself. She looked pretty damn sexy, even if she did say so herself. Time to embrace her inner cowgirl. It had been several days since Macca had taken her on her first picnic. He’d kept her in bed for several days until he was certain she was fully recovered. He’d been treating her like glass.

But tomorrow he had to return to work. Which she was sad about, but she knew he loved working as a security specialist for JSI.

So tonight, she was giving him a send-off she hoped he would remember.

She strode towards the living room where he was watching T.V. She wasn’t looking forward to him leaving. Even though she knew everyone here kept an eye on each other. Macca had explained that people would drop in on her regularly and thatif she needed to, she could stay at the big house with Clint and Charlie.

She wouldn’t be doing that. She didn’t know them well enough. But it did make her feel better to know she wasn’t on her own.

She cleared her throat as she leaned against the doorway. She crossed her arms under her breasts, thrusting them up and giving her a bit of cleavage.

Macca turned to look at her, then froze.

“Hello, cowboy,” she said in what she hoped was a sexy voice.

It seemed to work as his gaze heated, running down over the cute yellow cowgirl hat he’d found her online down her shirt-clad body to her naked legs and cowgirl boots.

“Well, hello there, cowgirl.”

She stepped forward. She wasn’t really used to taking the lead when it came to sex, but tonight she was going to be brave and bold.

Not two words she’d ever really use to describe herself.

She walked up to where he sat on the sofa then carefully straddled his lap. Carefully, because she didn’t want to slip and accidentally knee him in the groin. That would totally ruin her plans for tonight.

His gaze moved to her chest. Reaching out, he slid his hands up her thighs. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Yes. Do you mind?”

“Hell, no. It looks much, much better on you that it does on me.”

She grinned. “So, I can keep it?”

“As long as you always wear it like this, it’s all yours.” His hand moved higher up her thigh until he reached her ass. Then he paused. “Do you have any underwear on?”

“No.”

“Damn, baby.”

“You like?”

He grinned. “I’d have to be dead not to love this.”

“Good.” She leaned in to nibble at his lips. “Because ever since I saw you riding Beast, I’ve been thinking of you, walking around dressed in some jeans, boots and a cowboy hat.” She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head so she could run her fingers down his chest.

“That could be arranged,” he told her huskily.

She kissed her way down his neck as he moved his hands to the buttons of her shirt.

Gigi drew back with a shake of her head and a smile.

He raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. He wasn’t used to her taking charge. But she had something in mind she wanted to do. She slid down onto her knees on the floor. Luckily, he had a soft rug on the floor. She reached for his jeans, staring up into his gaze.

“You sure, baby?” he asked, his arousal clear to see.

“Oh yeah,” she murmured. “Please.”

He helped her tug his jeans down over his ass and she drew them completely off until he sat there, naked, his cock thick and erect. She licked her lips, settling herself between his spread legs once more. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she ran her tongue over the tip.

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