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“You’re kidding. A college man, wow. What’d you study?”

“I have a master's degree in agricultural engineering. I took it all the way and came up with a patent for a piece of equipment that would revolutionize the sustainability of our farm. It was going to be amazing.”

“So what are you always scribbling in that notebook?”

My heart rate ticks up. Trust isn’t something that comes easily to me. But Carly’s charm disarms me completely.

“Ideas. New inventions that could help the farm work toward sustainability. Things I might want to devote my time and money to developing in the future.”

“That’s incredible. I want to see them.”

I believe her.

It only takes me a minute to think it through before I’m up on my feet. I grab my notebook and pull Carly onto the couch beside me. We rifle through my disorganized notes and ideas for farming innovations and upgrades. She does her best to sort out my thoughts. It feels nice to share this part of me with someone again.

When we talk through the last page and I close the book, she chews her bottom lip in the adorable way she does when she’s thinking. “You are so smart, it’s unreal. Incredible, honestly. But… I just wonder, when did you turn into just the pretty face?”

Her question stops me in my tracks. Normally I’d avoid this conversation with everything I have, but something in her sweet demeanor makes me want to tell her everything.

“I trusted the wrong person. Waylin Stanley works over at Robinson Ranch. But once upon a time, he and I were roommates in college and best friends. I showed him everything, my plans, and all the research I did to back it up. He took it and ran straight to the patent office. Sold my idea for almost a million dollars and destroyed me in the process. He’s a bad dude.”

The light, playful smile on Carly’s face disappears and in an instant, she looks pale. “He is a bad dude.”

“Hey it’s okay, that was a long time ago. Sure I’ve got a few lingering effects, but I’m okay. And besides, I don’t want to ruin the night.” I slide my chair around the table until we’re sitting side by side. “Everything okay?”

She looks up at me with those big doe eyes that I can’t help but fall into. “Yes, everything is okay.” His voice is soft and it draws me in. “It’s just that being here with you is starting to feel like home to me. I have to be careful. In my experience, that’s when things get complicated. I don’t want to mess that up.”

“Sweetheart, you are home with me.”

The dim, amber glow of candlelight flickers and shadows dance on the walls. My heart pounds as I pull her close. I cup her chin and tilt her face up to mine, planting my lips on hers for a soft kiss that pulls a breathy exhale from her and it ignites me.

CHAPTER5

ARCHIE

From there it’sa frenzy of grasping and touching. I can’t get close enough to this woman who has completely captivated me. I spread my knees and pull Carly on top of me, grasping her hips. The weight of her curvy body on my lap has heat pooling low in me and my dick springing up to full attention.

Her tits press against my face and every time she moves it sends a thrill down my spine. My breathing ticks up, a combination of lust and possession. I’ve thought about what she would feel like in my arms a thousand times. Now that I have her, I’m not letting her go. Carly is mine now.

I hook my fingers under the hem of her dress and explore her body with my hands. I take my time tracing every curve and committing it to memory. She returns the gesture, her cool touch melting my taut muscles and stoking my desire.

Carly brings her teeth to graze the sensitive skin on my neck and I feel the sensation spark through every inch of me. I’m ready for more of her. I get rid of her dress in a single movement, and the rest of our clothing follows.

I lay Carly on her back on the couch and work my way across her with my lips. Her body trembles in anticipation and it pulls a low rumble vibrating in my chest as I trail my fingers across her inner thighs.

“Spread your legs for me.” My words are a growl.

Carly doesn’t need to be told twice. I slide a hand between her legs. My fingers slide the length of her already-drenched folds. I circle her entrance, pressing just inside and a strangled moan escapes her lips. The way she needs me sends fire coursing through me. Then I curl two fingers upwards and she whimpers, jerking at my touch.

I work her open until she begs for more. Then I pick up the pace, pumping my fingers inside of her, my thumb brushing over her nub. I commit the sight of Carly’s beautiful body to memory as I stroke and tease. I keep her there, working on her until she’s trembling on the edge of release.

When she can’t hold on another minute, Carly climbs on top of me. I clutch her hips, anticipation coiling in my belly and all the blood in my body pulsing between my legs. My tip knocks at her opening, begging to be sunk inside. When she slides down onto me with a breathy moan it takes everything I have to hold on. I feel her stretch around me to accommodate my girth and I fill her in a single thrust.

From there, I claim all of her. I hold her on top of me, taking what’s mine. Slow deep thrusts, as she bounces on me, have me drowning in the sensation. I hit her sweet spot over and over again, her breath comes in harsh, jagged bursts.

Carly cries out as the first wave of climax crashes over her. She clenches and spasms along my length. Her hands clutch at my chest as she lets go, clinging to me. I pound her through it.

When her walls collapse along my length, pleasure builds in me. I hold on until it takes me over in a blinding wave. I slip her tits into my mouth, groaning against them and pumping erratically. I grunt her name into the night and hold her close. She milks me to the last drop.

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