Page 33 of Cougar Chronicles

“Jack…”

“Yeah, she was pretty. Had dark eyes and hair like me, which explains why Sam looks like he does.”

“Sam looks just like you. He’s the spitting image of you in the painting.”

“Yeah, a little.”

“A lot. You’re both beautiful.”

“Shucks, ma’am,” he drawled, “I ain’t beautiful.”

She swatted him in the arm. “Of course you are, and you know it. You’ve surprised me at every turn, Jack. I never would have imagined that my hot one-night stand would turn out to be such a fine man.”

“I don’t go out lookin’ for one nighters, Holly. I want you to know that. Sam came from a one-nighter, but I was younger then. Not as discriminating.”

She grinned. “Just a young and horny cowboy, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“You’re more than just a horny cowboy. More than just a nude model. Though I can certainly see why the modeling appeals to you. You get to show off that magnificent body of yours.”

“Sugar, I don’t do it to show off my body.”

“I was just teasing, Jack.”

“I know. But the nude modeling appeals to me for another reason. The money. It pays two hundred dollars an hour.”

Holly widened her eyes. “Mark pays you that much?”

“The college does. Big universities pay even more. It’s a drop in the bucket compared to what it would cost to hire a real model to take his clothes off.”

“Is it weird going naked in front of your godfather?”

“Nah. He’s an artist, and I’m just a model. He offered me the job because he knew I’d jump at the chance to make the extra income. My ranch is a small operation. Don’t get me wrong. I do fine, but Sam and I aren’t rollin’ in it by any means. The extra bit helps.”

“Ah, I see.” She gave him what she hoped was an impish grin. “So your body had nothing to do with it?”

“Well…” His face reddened.

God, he was so adorable.

“Students do need a…good physique to learn to draw the muscle groups and all. But you’re a student. You know that already.”

“So you’re admitting you have a good physique?” she teased.

He pulled her into his arms and nuzzled her neck. “I’ll admit it when you admit you have a luscious physique. In fact, maybe you should model nude.”

She pushed him away, laughing. “When pigs fly, Jack Sherwood. No one wants to look at a forty-year-old woman naked.”

“I do.” He moved forward and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. At the same time, he began to slowly unbutton her white blouse. “You have no idea what I went through that night I saw you in Mark’s class. Mind over matter, sugar. I had to work to keep from sproutin’ a giant hard-on in front of twenty-five college kids.” He stroked the flesh above her breasts.

She shuddered and then giggled. “Might have made for some interesting drawings for Mark to grade.”

He let out a chuckle. “My godfather and I aren’tthatclose. I have no desire for him to see me with a woody.”

She giggled again. Who was this strange woman? She felt like she was eighteen again, in love for the first time.

“But when I saw you sittin’ in that classroom, all I could think about were those gorgeous nipples of yours, those cherry lips around my cock.” He grinned. “I had to close my eyes and think of England.”

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