Page 20 of Curvy Girl and the Single Dad Cowboy

"Don't," I whisper against his shoulder, my nails digging into the muscles of his back. "Please don't stop."

I bury my face against his neck to muffle my cries, teeth grazing his skin as my inner muscles clench around his throbbing cock.

The sensation triggers his own release. With a final powerful thrust, he buries himself completely inside me, his body tensing as he finds his orgasm.

For several moments, we remain joined, neither willing to break the connection. Eventually, he shifts to his side, bringing me with him so we're facing each other, still intimately connected.

His hand brushes damp hair from my face, his expression tender yet concerned.

"Did I hurt you?"

"A little, at first," I admit. "But then... it was wonderful."

Relief softens his features.

"For me too." He pauses, fingers tracing my cheek. "I didn't plan for this to happen."

"Neither did I," I say with a small smile. "I'm usually much more... professional."

He winces slightly. "God, the professional aspect…”

I press my fingers to his lips, stopping his words. "Don't. I wanted this. I chose this."

"We should talk about what this means," he says when I lower my hand. "For the job, for Lily.”

The mention of his daughter brings reality crashing back.

"I know," I sigh. "It's complicated."

"Understatement of the year," he says with a rueful smile. "But not necessarily bad complicated."

His words spark hope in my chest. "No?"

Vincent shakes his head, his expression serious. "Charlotte, I don't do casual. Especially not now, not with Lily to consider. Whatever this is between us—and I'm still trying to figure that out myself—it's not just physical for me."

"It's not just physical for me either," I confess. "I know it sounds crazy. We barely know each other. But there's something here that feels... right."

He nods, understanding in his eyes. "We'll take it slow. Figure it out together."

"While working together," I add, the practical concerns unavoidable.

"While working together," he agrees. "Which means we need to be careful. Discrete."

I nod, knowing he's right. "Lily can't know. Not yet."

Vincent kisses me softly, then reluctantly pulls away. "I should go back to my room."

But as he moves to get up, I catch his wrist. "Stay," I whisper. "Just for a little while."

He hesitates, then settles back beside me, gathering me against his chest.

"Just for a little while," he agrees.

I curl into his warmth, my head resting in the crook of his shoulder, his heartbeat steady beneath my palm. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare back, and I feel more content than I can ever remember being.

"Tell me something about you I don't know," I murmur, fighting the drowsiness that threatens to overtake me.

He thinks for a moment. "I'm terrified of snakes. Ironic for a rancher."

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