Page 55 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“Six?”

“Yes. I’ll see you then, sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Priscilla hitEnd.

The taxi pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. She turned to look at him and smiled. “How about a nap?”

“I am tired.” He grinned.

“You’re going to be even more tired when I get done with you, Roark Callahan.”

Roark groaned in feigned annoyance. “I suppose I can sleep on the jet. Lead the way.”

Priscilla took his hand and led him to her apartment. Once inside, she took him to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, hooked her fingers in his belt loops, and pulled him close. She unbuckled the belt, unsnapped the jeans, and then slowly lowered the zipper. She reached inside and wrapped her hand around his cock and it started to rise.

Looking up at him, she grinned then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down past his hips. She then leaned forward to take his dick into her mouth and sucked. Roark groaned as he fisted his hands in her hair.

“Priscilla…” His words ended on a deep moan.

“Give me a minute here,” she said around his dick.

Roark blew out a laugh. “I might not have a minute.”

She laughed and sucked on him but he stepped back from her then pulled his T-shirt off over his head. He leaned down, tugged her shirt off over her head, and pushed her onto her back. She scooted to the center of the bed and he followed only she pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him. Pressing her lips to his, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled on it. His hands cupped her face. She moved back from him and climbed off the bed, removed her shoes then her jeans and stood naked in front of him. She enjoyed the way his eyes took in her whole being and his grinwidened.

Smiling, she tugged his boots off then his socks and pulled on the bottom of his jeans. When she had them and his boxer briefs off, she climbed up him and taking his hard cock in her hand, she slowly lowered herself down onto him. Roark’s hands went to her hips and grasped them.

“You will not take over this time, cowboy. My way this time,” she said as she started to rock her hips. She placed her hands on his chest, picked up her momentum, and rubbed against him.

“Priscilla… damn it, move.”

“I am moving.” She laughed when he started to sit up. “Oh no, you don’t. You take over this time, and I will withhold sex until we get married.”

“What the ever loving fuck? You’re blackmailing me with sex?”

“Actually, I’m blackmailing you withnosex.”

“Great. I’m going to marry a smartass. A fucking smartass. Fine.” He fell back onto the bed.

She laughed and started moving again. It wasn’t long before that feeling started rushing over her. Butterflies took flight and her whole body was on fire then she cried out his name as she came.

“Now?” Roark asked her.

She knew what he wanted so she nodded and he flipped her to her back and pummeled into her. He let out a deep, guttural groan and she could feel him throbbing inside her as he came.

As they lay there trying to catch their breath, Roark moved his hand under her hair. “I love these curls,” he murmured.

“I hated them for the longest time then I realized I didn’t have to worry about my hair. Just wash it and let it dry.”

“I also love this mole,” he said as he touched it with his fingertip.

Priscilla laughed. “Another thing I hated. My mom has one too. She calls it her Cindy Crawford mole and told me everyone loved hers so they’d love mine too. She’s my best friend.”

“Cindy Crawford is your best friend? Will you introduce me?” He laughed when she elbowed him.

“You’re the smartass, Roark Callahan and if she really was my best friend, there is no way I’d ever introduce you.”

“Aww, darlin’, you have my heart and soul. You never have to worry about another woman. We Callahans love our women and we’re always faithful. We believe in our marriage vows.”

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