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He slides slowly into me and I stifle a moan.

“Yo! Sutton!” It’s Cody.

Sutton pulls back and thrusts into me again. I drop my head against a hand on the desk with a thud.

“Think he’s in the office,” Cody says to someone else.

“He never uses the office.” Wonderful, Jason too.

Jesus Christ. Am I willing to stop if they come in? Probably not. Is he?

I grind my hips against him, almost begging him to move again.

“Busy!” Sutton shouts. “I’ll find you in a bit.” He pulls out again and slams into me, picking up pace, and I can’t stifle the moan this time.

Continuing his movements, he grabs a handful of hair and leans my head back toward him. He growls into my ear, “I told you before, sounds count as sharing, Firecracker.”

I don’t respond, instead shoving my hips back toward him. He grunts appreciatively. His hand slams hard against my ass again, apparently unconcerned with how far away the ranch hands are, but I squeeze my lips together to hide my pleasured sound.

“You’re taking me so well,” he says, increasing his force.

My nails scrape the wooden desktop as my fingers uselessly grip at it. Electricity winds itself up my belly as my orgasm builds. Knowingly, one of Sutton’s hands slides between my legs, finding my swollen clit.

A wanton moan spills from my lips at the same time that Cody asks through the door, “You want me to put Johnny Walker to pasture?”

Fuck.

“Yep,” Sutton calls calmly. Then his whisper teases along my ear, “You were being so good, Firecracker. Now I have to punish you.” Before I can react, the hand playing between my legs slaps against my pussy.

I squeak in an effort not to make more noise and he does it again. It’s the catalyst that sends me over the edge, and my orgasm rockets through me

“Fuck,” I whine, dropping my head and pushing my hips firmly against him.

“Shit.” A few thrusts later and Sutton’s finding his own release, clenching my hips tightly. He pulls out of me and rolls me over, so I’m perched on the edge of the desk. Tucking himself into his pants, he finds my clothes nearby and begins dragging my panties back up my legs.

I’m ready for him to take me all over again. When my underwear pass my knees, he pauses. “Look at that. Your pussy has a death grip on my cum.” He pulls them the rest of the way up and leans in, his lips just shy of touching mine. “That’s a good girl. You keep that cum in there and think about what you do to me.”

“What about what you do to me?” I ask, pushing to stand.

He smirks. “You can think about that, too.” He presses a firm kiss against me.

Chapter 31

Sutton

It’sbeenawhilesince I’ve gotten away for a solo whiskey at my favorite restaurant and bar. Maci has plans to meet with her mother today, and I’m getting the ranch hands started on some final projects before I head out to enjoy my whiskey.

“I’m going to run into town in a bit and handle some things, and while I’m there I’m going to pick up materials for a pig enclosure.” The four of us stand out front of the stables.

“Say what?” Jason looks at me skeptically.

I grin. “I made a threat, and I might need to make good on it.”

“You threatened pigs?” Cody is equally confused.

My chuckle turns into a full belly laugh, and the three ranch hands stare at me with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “I did not threaten pigs. Though, if I’m being honest, their days will be numbered here.”

“I’m still not following,” Jason says.

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