Page 56 of Cowboy and the Convict

Janie groaned. "Your powers of seduction are a little better when you show up in your uniform."

Devon's expression turned serious. Mostly. One corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a smile. "The truth finally comes out. It's all about the uniform for you."

Janie laughed. "Right. Because I'm clearly such a fan of authority figures." She hooked her legs around his hips, feet sliding between his thighs. Before he could anticipate it, she latched tight and rolled, taking the controlling position. "I respond so well to being told what to do.”

“So what you’re saying is, it’s actually the dad jeans that do it for you.” He ran his hands up her thighs, palming them through the soft fabric of her leggings. “Noted.”

She smoothed her hands over his chest and the waffle weave Henley covering it. “I don’t hate these shirts either.”

“I think you just don’t hate me.” Devon’s palms followed the line of her hips upward, curving around her waist on their way to her ribcage. “You accidentally started to like me.”

Gathering the fabric of his shirt, she worked the tail free of his jeans. “It’s a little annoying how you wormed your way under my skin.”

“Yeah?” Devon’s wandering hands hit the band of her bra and his brows pinched together. Without warning, he pushed the hem of her T-shirt up and out of his way, revealing the lacy cups of her front clasp bra. “Well, this is different.”

“You seemed to struggle with the sports bra. I figured I’d make it easy on you since you’re so out of practice.” Making it even easier, she shucked her shirt, tossing it away before going back to Devon’s, pushing it up his chest. “Don’t want you pulling one of these big muscles trying to get me out of my clothes.”

“Is that why you wore these?” He snapped the waistband of her leggings. “Ease of access?”

She went to work on his belt, unfastening the buckle as a smile worked across her face. “Maybe.”

“So, all those times you wore leggings to my house…”

She scoffed. “I told you already. It was because they’re comfortable to clean in.”

“Likely story.” He watched as she flipped the button on his waistband loose and dragged down the zipper. “I don’t think I believe it.”

She spread the fabric of his jeans wide before tugging down the elastic of his boxers to reveal the hard line of his straining cock. It flexed under her attention, a drip of wetness collecting at the tip.

“Fuck, J. You can’t lick your lips like that when you look at it.” Devon reached for her. “Why don’t you take those leggings off and come up here and sit on my face.” His voice grew strained at the end and his cock flexed again, like the thought of that scenario genuinely did it for him.

And while she liked the sound of that plan, it would have to wait. “This time it’s your turn to just lay there.” She hadn’t minded Devon taking charge last time, but she wasn’t the kind of woman who liked to just take what she was given.

She preferred to be an active participant.

“I don’t think so, J.” Devon started to sit up, ready to hit the brakes on her control.

Wasn’t going to happen. She ran her life, messy or not, and she was never going to let a man—even one like Devon—be completely in charge of any part of it.

So she did the thing that would stop him right in his tracks and leaned down to wrap her lips around the thick head of him, pulling his length deep into the well of her mouth.

As expected, his brain shorted out on a garbled swear, body falling back to the mattress as she swirled her tongue around his leaking tip, lips curving at the heady swell of female power his reaction created.

When she sank over him again, Devon’s hand tangled in her hair, fingers fisting at her nape as she hollowed her cheeks and lifted her eyes, watching his face as his eyes locked onto the slow glide of her mouth. His lips parted, pupils dilating as she sank over him again, the flex of his cock against her tongue almost as arousing as the expression on his face. Like it was taking everything he had to—

His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her off him. “That’s enough.”

She scoffed, wiping at the corner of her mouth. “Already?”

Devon’s eyes trailed down her front, pausing on the swell of her tits peeking out of the top of her bra. “Like you said, I’m out of practice.” He met her gaze. “Guess we’ll just have to keep at it until I get back in the swing of things.” He jerked his chin at her lower half. “Why don’t you get naked.”

Janie lifted a brow. “That sounds dangerously close to an order, Officer Peters.”

“All right.” Devon lifted up, reaching behind his head to pull his shirt off, back to front. “Why don’t you get naked… now.”

God he was a pain in the ass. And he did that shit on purpose.

“Ugh.” Janie slid off the edge of the bed, shucking her leggings, panties, and bra with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not doing this because you told me to. I’m doing it because I want to get laid.”

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