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“No!” He rushed to clarify. “I haven’t been with anyone in… a long time either. And I just got a clean bill of health from my doctor, too.”

Evie’s hand wrapped back around him, pumping his shaft as she positioned her entrance over him.

“Then I think it’s time I take my cowboy for a ride.”

“Fuck, Bluebell,” he moaned as she sank down on him inch by inch. Sam leaned back, his eyes drifting to her face. “I promise to always treat you like a queen. Christ,” he hissed as she started to roll her hips. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I’m not going to fuck you like a king, baby. I’m going to fuck you like a cowboy. A fucking down bad, all in, horny as fuck, rowdy cowboy. You’re going to bounce on my cock like the good fucking girl I know you want to be.”

“I need to have control, Sam. I can’t… I don't like to feel like things are out of my hands.” Her fingers scratched down his chest, scorched skin left in their wake.

“You can have control right now, Bluebell. This one time.” He groaned as she picked up the pace. “For me to be at your mercy, baby. But then next time we do this, and holy fuck yes, there will be a next time,” Evie’s whole body shuddered. “You're going to follow every single word I say, and you’ll bebegging for me to take control. So, show me what you need. Use me. Make a mess on your cowboy’s cock.”

“I think you were made for me.” She tipped her head back to the ceiling and Sam took full advantage of her exposed neck, sucking her skin in and nipping at the tender flesh. “I feel so full.”

“God, I want to suck on these perfect tits.” Sam continued to roll her nipple in between his fingers as he let one hand drop to massage her clit while she rode him. Her pace became frantic, chasing the friction and the fullness he knew she needed.

“Do it, Sam. Please,” she begged.

“We have to be careful. I read that nipple stimulation can cause contractions.”

Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling at the strands near his neck. He couldn’t have held in his moan even if he’d wanted to. “You read that? Where?”

“I bought a book. There’s so much I don’t know.”

“About pregnancy?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth crushed against his. “I didn’t think I could be even more attracted to you.”

The moan that ripped from Evie’s throat had the rest of the blood in his body rushing south. He felt lightheaded. Euphoric before his orgasm even hit. Sam could feel how fast it barreled towards him, but he wanted to make sure Evie tipped over the finish line again before he did.

Her hands slid from his shoulders to the base of his neck. The edge of his vision darkened as her hands tightened around his throat. Her back arched, legs shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. The incredible sight of her coming was all Sam needed to push him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he choked out a laugh, reaching up to tap herfingers.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she said, her face turning bright red.

“I liked it.” He tipped her chin up. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re perfect, Evie. I’ll let you choke me a hundred more times if that’s what helps you get off.”

She laughed, her body softening into his. God, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that good. That free. That alive.

Evelyn Williams was quickly becoming the only drug his body needed to heal.

Sixteen

“Iam never going to get the hang of this stupid program!”

Sam slammed his coffee cup down on the desk and ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Easy there, Cowboy. It’s honestly not all that complicated.” Evie pushed back from her desk, where boxes of old paperwork were scattered about her feet. They’d fucking fought over her moving them around earlier that morning, but she’d been being stubborn and he let it go. He’d just move them back to storage when she was done for the day.

“Watch out for those boxes.”

“I know they’re there Sam, I brought them in this morning, remember?”

He didn’t bother responding. Sometimes it was best just to let his woman think she’d won.

“Now, what are you getting stuck on?”

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