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He squeezed me tighter and then huffed in annoyance before he scooped me out of my chair and deposited me in his lap instead. “That’s better,” he grumbled. “You don’t have to do your old job if you don’t want to. I’d love the help, but I’m sure you could point me in the right direction of someone else if you didn’t want to do it. I just don’t want you to waste your time feeding horses when you’re clearly qualified enough to do something better.”

I leaned my head against Booker’s shoulder, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without upsetting him. But then I realized Booker was the last person I needed to worry about explaining this to. Because he’d already told me he felt exactly the same way. It was the whole reason he’d walked away from the life his parents had wanted for him.

“There’s just something about this place, Booker. It’s special. I honestly haven’t been as excited to get out of bed and go to work as I have been since I’ve been here. But if you promise I can keep doing what I’m already doing, I’d be happy to help you out with the other stuff. I think sharing this with the rest of the world and giving people a chance to find out how special this place is would be a really amazing thing to do.”

He kissed me then. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he whispered before he kissed me again.

“I’m not sure I did anything to deserve the compliment, but I’ll take it, anyway.”

Booker’s head threw back as he laughed and then we were on the move again as he cradled me in his arms and suddenly stood up.

“Where are we going?” I squeaked, clinging to him a little tighter.

“Someone mentioned something about wild, hot sex, and I think you deserve a reward.” His eyes glinted with amusement as he looked down at me, and I swallowed hard with the emotional whiplash.

Not that I wasn’t completely for this course of action.

In fact, there’d been little I’d thought of since the first time Booker had taken me to bed.

Booker took the stairs quickly, striding into his room as he kissed me again. He twisted in the air as he fell back on the bed, maneuvering me so that I was straddling him. My hands came to his shoulders as I plundered his mouth, my hips twitching in anticipation.

This was exactly what we needed.

A chance to get lost in each other and forget about the rest of the world for a while.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

BOOKER

Reece was all soft curves and beautiful whimpers as I ran my hands up the back of her shirt, feeling her silky skin beneath.

Obviously, I’d been with women before her, but I always got out of town when I needed a night with someone else. One-night stands with anonymous women were easier. There was no baggage, no constant reminders of expectations of more when you ran into them every day.

But it was different with Reece.

I wanted to learn every inch of her body. To find out the things that made her breath catch, the ways to make her writhe in pleasure.

I might be obsessed with the feel of her body against mine, and I doubted I’d ever be able to get enough.

She sat up, straddling my thighs as she grasped the hem of her shirt and tore it over her head. I couldn’t stop myself from tracing the edges of the lace that covered her breasts. Watching the way her back arched slightly into my touch and her nipples pebbled, begging for attention.

“Tell me what you need,” Reece whispered, leaning back down to kiss me again.

“You. Only you.”

My hand threaded into her hair as I deepened the kiss, the other brushing down her body until I cupped her ass and pressed her harder against me.

How had I lived so long without her?

As we sank into the rhythm of our lips brushing against each other, the sweet bites along her jaw that I trailed my tongue over as I made my way to her neck.

I wanted to taste every inch of her body. I could spend days lying here, learning the map of freckles painted across her skin.

I rolled us both to press Reece back into the mattress, needing to reach all the parts of her I couldn’t before.

As my tongue trailed along the edge of her lace bra, she brushed the hair back from my face, watching as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, teasing the tip with my teeth.

She groaned, her hips twitching at the sensation, and I reached down to quickly unfasten her jeans and strip them down her legs.

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