Page 92 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

I kissed her then, fucking her like my life depended on it.

Maybe it did.

Maybe both our lives did.

The pleasure surging through me was unfuckingbelievable. I never felt like this.

“Never. Me either,” she whimpered, mouth open on a long moan as I stroked her g-spot.

“Come with me, Max.”

I felt her walls tighten, saw her eyes roll back as her orgasm took over. And yeah, I came with her.

Joy hit me like lightning and pleasure the likes of which I’d never seen took over. My body wasn’t my own anymore. It was hers.

All I wanted to do was bring her this same deep, satisfying euphoria. So I did. I slowed my thrusts. I rocked my hips. I held her so tightly. And I drew out both our pleasure until neither of us was strong enough to move.

“Oh fuck, that was,” she gasped.

“Yeah, it really was,” I agreed.

When I had the strength to lift my head, I cupped her face and met Penelope’s love-struck gaze.

“I am going to love you for the rest of my life and beyond,” I vowed.

My sweet mate smiled.

“Good, because I plan to do the same.”

EPILOGUE TWO-PENELOPE

The timer went off, and I blurred across the kitchen to the ovens.

Shit. I really had to master that. I couldn’t just go around using my inner she-Devil’s speed all willy-nilly.

Anyone could walk in,I chastised myself.

The scents of cinnamon apple strudel with caramel glaze and cheesecake stuffed pumpkin muffins filled the store. Halloween was a week away, and the next rodeo was going to be here by then.

Courtesy of my big sexy, and rich, fiancé, I’d ordered new standing tables and a huge banner to sit outside the brand new Devil's Food Bakery food truck, which I planned on working that day.

He insisted it was an engagement present, and I was just tickled. Even Avery was excited about this new venture and promised to work the truck with me at the event.

Lenny, the other baker I had working for me, had been such a big help when I took the week off, I actually hired him full time. I was so busy still getting a handle on my new life, it just made sense.

Plus, I really loved having the extra time to do other things.

And no, I don’t mean Max. Get your mind out of the gutter!

Snort.

Fine, I did mean Max.

But also, not having to bake all the standard stuff allowed me time to explore my creative side with some new recipes and spice combinations.

Right now, I was testing out some savory items usingDolly’s Dairy Products, which was now the official name of all dairy that came from the Motley Crewd Ranch. Jed had been beside himself with gratitude.

And I thought I was an ugly crier.

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