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He could feel the tension building in his body, the pleasure coursing through him as she sucked and licked and teased. He was on the edge, as he fought to hold back his release. But she was merciless, her mouth working him over until he couldn’t take it any longer.

With a groan, he pulled her to her feet, his arms wrapped around her as they sank onto the bed. He moved over her and slid inside her, both groaning at the pleasure. Killian pressed his lips to hers as he took her harder. When she cried out into his mouth, he gave in and came.

As their breathing slowed, he rolled onto his back, and pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a gentle, loving kiss. They lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, one that would stay with them forever.

“Damn it, I didn’t wear a condom,” he said.

“It’s alright. I’m on birth control.”

“I’m glad. I don’t want anything between us again.” He kissed her forehead. “God, that was great, darlin’.”

“It was. I’ve been horny all day,” she said then laughed when he did.

“I love you, Celine.”

“I love you too. I need to get a shower.”

“Okay, do you mind if I join you?”

Celine got up, put her hand out toward him, and he took it. He stood, kissed the palm of her hand, then led her into the bathroom.

Later, they sat on the sofa watching a movie. Celine was snuggled against him, and he never wanted to let her go.

“Did you find the sheep?”

“I think so. I’ll talk to Dave on Monday about going back to the property.”

“You said someone gave you a tip?”

“Yes, most of us have a confidential informant. Sometimes they find information on what we’re looking for. Sometimes they don’t. We have to be careful because some of them don’t care if they send you on a wild goose chase.”

“How do you know though?”

Killian shrugged. “We don’t.”

“Your job is dangerous.”

“Yes, it is. I’m careful.”

“I know.” She sat up and stared at him. “I want you to know I would never ask you to choose.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been doing it for years. Yes, it’s dangerous, but it’s very fulfilling in helping a rancher or farmer get their livestock back, and if we can’t, but find the thieves, that helps them too. Rustling is high. People do things they usually wouldn’t when they feel they don’t have a choice.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Exactly. Hey, would you like to go for a ride tomorrow? I haven’t had any time to look at the land.”

“I’d love to.” She yawned. “I’m tired.”

“Me too. Let’s head to bed, sweetheart.”

She nodded as he stood, took her hand, helped her up, and led her to the bedroom.

The following morning, they entered the barn with the dogs following them. Killian entered a room, returned carrying a hat, and put it on her head. She smiled at him.

“Pick a horse, other than the chocolate palomino,” Killian said.

“Why can’t I ride the that one?”

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