Page 31 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

When people thought of New Jersey, they often thought of cities and turnpike jokes. But there was a hefty section of the local population that was heavily invested in cowboy culture.

Who doesn’t like a cowboy?

I didn’t think he was from around here, but he was wearing the boots and the hat. And if it walked like a duck and talked like a duck, well, you know the rest.

Only let’s substitutefuckfor walk and talk andhot as hell cowboyfor duck.

Yeah. Let’s do that.

The man looked like what would happen if a runway model and a lumberjack had a baby. He was enormous and fine as hell.

Did they make male runway models with more muscles than any normal person had use for? And could I order one for personal inspection?

“I won’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours unless you tell me, Sugar. But whatever it is, I’m sure I can accommodate you and your, uh, needs,” he growled the words.

My mouth dropped open. Any second now, and I’d be drooling all over my cherry red chef’s coat.

He had to be six foot three or four inches tall, at least. He had wide shoulders and short dark hair, bright blue eyes, promising all sorts of naughty goodness, and a body I’d only ever seen on professional athletes and movie stars.

The whole inspection couldn’t have been more than seconds, but it felt like hours had trickled by since he’d walked in.

If this is what looking at him does to me, imagine the effects his dick would have? OMG. I am a horn dog.

But this was not the time or place to freak out.

“Uh, I am so sorry. Where are my manners? Um, what can I do you for? I mean, for you,” I mumbled, and felt my face flame with embarrassment.

“What can I do for you?” I corrected myself more firmly.

“I think you had it right the first time, Sugarplum.”

“What?” I asked.

“Forgive the nickname, but it just popped into my head on account of you being so sweet and supple.”

I narrowed my eyes.

Did supple mean fat?

“Okay there,cowboy. Easy does it. I’m just about getting ready to close up shop for the day. So, what do you need?” I asked, shaking my head.

“Besides you?”

“Whoa. Slow down,partner,” I replied.

This man threw me off balance, and I didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

Using my annoyance, I tried to gain control of myself.

Who did this guy think he was? Walking in my bakery, looking like that and tossing out pet names like he had the right?

Oh yeah. What a jerk. Boooooo…oh who am I kidding? Seriously, go climb that man like a mountain and get to bang town already!

Okay, so my inner voice was not happy with me, but whatever.

I never was one of those girls who jumped on rollercoasters all willy-nilly, raising their hands in the air and just letting go.

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