Page 15 of His Cowboy Heart

We wove through the crowd. With every step, my need grew stronger.

Across the entry way and up the stairs. “This way,” I said, pulling Abigail with me taking the steps two at a time.

“Naughty boy” she said, giggling and following.

I needed to be inside her. I had to feel her to ground myself in the present.

I opened up one of the guest rooms and threw her on the bed.

She turned over, her backside facing me and lifted up her black skirt revealing the sweet cheeks of her ass. She was not wearing panties.

I dropped my pants as Abigail lifted her ass high in the air. I hovered over her and ran my fingers over her wet pussy. She was dripping. I slid inside her. She felt good and wrong all at the same time.

I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck as I thrust inside.

“Do not mess up my hair” she said, turning to look at me. She patted the French knot at the base of her neck. “The press is still here.”

“Right,” I said.

“Be quick,” she said.

I pushed inside her faster and faster, not touching her hair, my hands placed beside her careful not to touch. I felt as though I were fucking a china doll, a porcelain princess. I came hard and fast, collapsing on top of her.

“Get off,” she said, swatting at me. She stood and brushed herself off. “You got me all sweaty.”

“Sorry.”

“Did you mess up my hair?” She pouted. “Honey look at my hair. Is it still perfect?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect.”

“Let’s go back, we haven’t even met the New York Times reporter. I want to make sure we get some good candid photos.”

“I don’t want to go back downstairs,” I said, leaning my forehead against hers. “Can’t we just get the fuck out of here. I want to make you come. I want to taste you. I feel like we aren’t connecting the way we should. We need time alone. We need time to love each other. I want to just forget all these assholes.”

“Assholes, honey?”

“They are assholes. They don’t know me. They don’t know you. They don’t know us.”

“These people are very important Troy.” Abigail looked at me eyes narrowing, voice stern. “This is an opportunity for us to establish ourselves with some very important people and get our faces out in front of the media. Don’t fuck that up for me, okay sweetie?”

“Right,” I said, feeling utterly defeated.

“Now let’s go,” she said. “And make sure you kiss me a little more. I think the crowd likes it.”

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