Page 5 of His Cowboy Heart

I woke early the next morning.

Abigail slept beside me, her long dark hair spread across her pillow. Her eyes closed, she looked so peaceful in the morning light. I bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Seeing her asleep, I couldn’t help thinking of the pieces of her that made me want to be her husband.

Abigail was beautiful and driven.

We’d been together for two volatile years.

She’d made it clear from the start that she wanted me and now she wore a diamond ring that told the world we belonged together. Abigail Kingston was used to getting what she wanted, and she wanted me.

Being desired like that was a powerful drug. There were times I was so turned on by her single mindedness. Other times I doubted if we belonged together at all, but I never doubted her focus. I never doubted that she wanted me.

She’ll never break your heart.

But is that a good reason to marry someone?

I ignored my doubt and opened my closet selecting one of my custom tailored black suits.

I needed something appropriate for the office and for the party tonight.

“Don’t forget,” Abigail called softly from our bed. She propped herself up on one arm.

“Forget?” I said, teasing her. “Forget what?”

“You’re so bad,” she said. “I’m going to wear a little black dress tonight. I think you should wear the black shirt and tie so we match.”

“It’s not prom babe,” I said.

“What?”

“I mean that sounds lovely,” I said, walking towards her as I buttoned my black shirt. It was always easier with Abigail to just do as I was told.

“Why are you putting your clothes on,” she said, her dark eyes narrowing. She pulled back the sheet revealing her naked body.

“Baby,” I said, as she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards her.

“Come on,” she said. “I’ll be fast, I promise.” She whimpered a bit and tried to kiss me biting my lip.

“Seriously, baby, I’ve got a staff meeting this morning.” My hands moved along the curve of her body, over her hardened nipple. She took my hand and guided it to her pussy.

“Just for a minute,” she said, closing her eyes. “Touch me.” I slid my fingers inside.

“Is that what you want?” I said, my voice low. I pushed two fingers in, sliding in and out.

“God yes,” she said, rocking back in the bed. “Faster.”

I moved faster.

“Faster. Yes. That’s right. Give it to me like that. Just like that.” Her breathing changed as I fucked her with my fingers, deep and hard.

Her hips rose up and I felt the tension in her growing as she moaned until suddenly she shuddered and collapsed. “Told you I’d be fast. That’s what I wanted,” she said, looking sleepy.

“You have a game today?” I asked.

“I’m going to the driving range,” she said, stretching her arms overhead.

Abigail played and instructed golf. Her father owned courses and she’d grown up with a club in her hands, an image I found equally sexy and violent.

I kissed her. She pushed her tongue between my lips.

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