Page 23 of Cougar Chronicles

“He is?”

“Sure is. Believe it or not, I don’t bring lots of ladies home, and he loves company. He says he wants to show you his horse. Sound good?”

Holly absently rubbed her bottom. “I’ve never been on a horse in my life.”

Jack let out a laugh. “We’ll remedy that this weekend.” He walked behind her desk and embraced her. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”

She let out a nervous giggle. “You just saw me yesterday.”

His lopsided grin stole her breath. “I still missed you, sugar. How about a kiss?”

Before she could reply, his lips crushed to hers. This wasn’t the gentle kiss of two nights ago. This was a desperate kiss, a possessive kiss, as though he’d been hungry for the taste of her for days, weeks. He thrust his tongue into her mouth with fierce determination and devoured her.

She loved every second of it.

She kissed him back with equal fervor. God, she’d missed him, too. She hadn’t realized how much.

Moisture trickled between her legs. One kiss, and she was ready to be thoroughly fucked.

He broke from her mouth, panting. “I need you, sugar. Are we alone?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was low and raspy. “Everyone else left for the day.”

“Good.” He lifted her skirt, moved her panties aside, and thrust his fingers into her. “Already so wet for me. Do you have any idea what you do to me, sugar?”

“Maybe a little.” Her breath came in a puff.

“God, you’ve got to know.” He turned her and bent her over her desk. Her stapler bit into her midsection, but she didn’t care. She heard the zing of his zipper and the rip of a condom packet.

“You ready for me?” His low voice was music to her ears.

“Yes. Please.”

He thrust into her in one smooth stroke. He’d barely plunged in the second time when her walls clenched, sending icy spasms from her womb to every cell in her body.

“Jack, yes!” Ripples pulsed through her.

“Yeah, sugar, come for me. Just like that.” He thrust into her again and then once more, burying his cock in her as he cried out his own release.

The weight of his body pushed her farther onto the stapler and the hardness of her wooden desk. He pressed wet kisses to her neck, making her shudder as her orgasm continued to roll through her. She panted against her day planner, and beads of sweat trickled across her cheeks and dropped onto the open book.

“Holly, I wish…” He rose, leaving her feeling an acute loss when his body heat and weight left her. With a tender touch, he replaced her skirt and panties.

She unbent her body, turned, and faced him. “You wish what?”

“Nothing.” He smiled, disposed of the condom, pulled his pants around his luscious narrow hips, zipped them, and buckled his belt. “Come on. It’s a forty-five minute drive to my place from here. Luisa’s keeping dinner for us.”

“Luisa?” Holly pictured a sultry Hispanic woman as she smoothed her underwear and skirt.

“She keeps house for me and watches Sam while I work,” Jack said. “Her husband is my hired hand around the ranch.”

Husband. Whew.Holly relaxed a little.

“Do they live on your ranch?”

“Yeah. There’s a small house adjacent to the main house. They live there.”

“That’s handy.”

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