Page 97 of Dust Storm

“Shower,” she said.

“I’ll hose off outside if it’ll help you untwist those panties. I don’t wanna waste time going up to the house.”

Her fingers flew over the keys. “Unless you’ve got industrial grade soap and are okay with stripping down and flashing this entire ranch, you will go take a proper shower.”

I was planning on it, but verbal ping-pong with Cassandra was quickly becoming my favorite hobby. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

A reckless little smile flirted with her lips. “Stop wasting my time and go shower.”

“You could join me.”

Cassandra’s eyes flicked upward in surprise. “I’m on the clock.”

“That’s not a no,” I said with a smirk.

“Your children will be home soon.”

That was a no.

Cassandra pursed her lips, trying to stave off her amusement and keep that hardened shell on, but a laugh slipped. “I’ll meet you up at the house in twenty. Get your checkbook ready.”

I hustled up to the house and hopped in the shower to rinse off the day. As much as I tried to make it quick, I couldn’t get Cassandra out of my mind.

The blouse she was in wasn’t all that low-cut, but she had been leaning over the desk and it gave me an immaculate view of her breasts as they swelled against her lace bra.

I pressed my palm against the side of the shower, bracing myself against the wall as I wrapped my hand around my dick. Tension flooded away from my shoulder, rushing to my cock as I pumped it. I imagined Cassandra trussed up beneath me, squirming as I worshiped her body until she begged me to stop.

I wanted to fuck her again.

I groaned as my cum slapped the wall in harsh lines.

Well, that was short-lived.I needed to get my stamina back.

I sprayed the shower down and hopped out, wrapping a towel around my waist. My phone was buzzing across the bathroom countertop.

“Hello?”

“Surprised you picked up,” Ray said.

I chuckled. “Then why’d you call?”

“Figured I’d just leave a voicemail.”

I slipped out of the bathroom and caught Cassandra sitting at the kitchen table. I pointed to the phone and then dipped into my bedroom.

“So, what are you calling about? Shouldn’t you be getting chased by buckle bunnies right about now?”

Ray, the brother between CJ and me, was a champion bull rider who was living it up on the rodeo circuit.

“Nah, we’re moving. Rode Cinch in North Carolina. Heading to Florida for the weekend.”

I looked over my shoulder as I shimmied on a clean pair of jeans. “You gonna be coming to Houston?”

“Looks like it. You gonna bring my favorite girls to come see me?”

Bree and Gracie adored their Uncle Ray. From birth, he had been wrapped around their fingers.

“Dunno. You gonna win? I’d hate for them to watch you suck.”

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