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He’d never been into petite women. Being six four, it was hard on the neck trying to kiss them, but he didn’t mind with the damn pixie. He loved kissing her and he sure as hell loved having her in his bed.Shit!His dick was going to strain against his fly if he didn’t stop thinking about being in bed with her. She was so hot in bed and he was so glad that she didn’t hold back at all. He wanted her as soon as they got back to his house. Shifting in the saddle, he tried to stop his dick from rising.Think of something else, Turner!

He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair then resettled it. When he looked over to Patsy, she was staring at him.

“What?” he asked.

“That was such a cowboy move,” she said with a grin.

“Cowboy move?” He frowned not understanding.

“I see cowboys do that all the time with their hat.”

Micah laughed. “I guess. I told you I was a cowboy at heart. Born and raised here.”

“I never would have guessed with those suits you wear.”

He shrugged. “Part of the job.”

Patsy spurred her horse and galloped from him.

“Hurry up. The sooner we get back the sooner I can get you into bed,” she yelled as she rode off.

“Damn pixie,” Micah muttered as he nudged his horse and took off after her.

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Patsy looked over her shoulder to see him riding his horse full out and he was catching her. She laughed then squealed when he reached over and took her off the horse to pull her across his lap then he reined his horse to a stop and pressed his lips to hers.

“What about my horse?”

“I’ll get her, but I wanted to get you first,” he said against her lips before kissing her. “You make me crazy, Patsy.”

“In a good way or bad way?”

Micah blew out a laugh. “Probably both. Let me put you down and I’ll get your horse.”

He held her arm as he lowered her to the ground then rode after her horse which had stopped to munch on some grass. She watched him lean over in the saddle to grab the reins then led the horse back to her. He put his fingers to his hat.

“Ma’am.”

She put her hand over her heart. “Be still my heart, a real cowboy of my own.”

“Mount up,” he said with a chuckle.

“I hope you’ll say that later.” She laughed when he groaned.

“Now my dick’s hard. Way to go, pixie.”

Patsy glanced at his crotch. “I see that,bigbad FBI agent.”

Micah shifted in the saddle.

“Get going,” he growled making her laugh as she rode ahead of him.

Chapter Nine

They could barely keep their hands off each other as they drove to his house. Once parked in the garage, they threw the doors open, stepped out, and walked to the door to enter the laundry room then into the kitchen.

Patsy turned around and pulled at his T-shirt to lift it off over his head. His hands went to the bottom of hers and lifted it off. They tossed them to the floor and Micah walked her backwards toward the hallway with their lips clinging to each other’s.

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