Page 60 of Perfect Cowboy

“That’s kind of hot,” I say, gripping her ponytail and tilting her head back so I have full access to her lips.

Tasting her mouth is like being back home, except it’s been so many years that the home is now fully renovated. It’s familiar, but exciting with new places to explore.

She licks along the inseam of my lip and I growl.

“Shower,” she insists.

“The pipes are frozen.”

“You’re smart. You can figure something out.”

I’m pretty motivated to fuck her again, so she’s right about my potential for creativity. Surely, there’s got to be some kind of solution.

“Alright, give me fifteen minutes.”

She retreats to the bedroom, and my gaze stays on her heart-shaped ass until she’s out of view. A bookworm who found her way at the gym is just stupid sexy.

Since I obviously can’t unfreeze the pipes or even try to turn the tap on, I boil some water and carefully mix it with lukewarm water to create a steaming hot bath.

Girls always prefer molten lava temperatures for their baths and showers.

Ashley must have cleaned the bathroom when she arrived, which is a relief because I can’t imagine the condition the tub was in.

I root through her personal care collection until I find some bath products, squirting in a bunch of random liquids and hoping for bubbles to appear.

Luckily, they do.

Lighting candles is the final touch, and hopefully my makeshift spa will suffice.

I’ll have to crawl under the cabin now to redirect the water drainage, and likely also have to replace some of the pipes in the spring. Hopefully, Ashley’s reaction will be worth the claustrophobia and extra manual labor.

I stride toward the bedroom and lean against the doorframe, watching Ashley. She’s sitting on the bed with a computer on her lap, frowning at the screen while she types. The moment she senses my presence is clear because she shivers and looks up.

Good girl.

“I prepared the bath to meet your demands, queen,” I quip.

“You’re the best.”

She hits a few buttons and closes the laptop, setting it on the nightstand before following me to the bathroom.

“Hopefully, this meets your standards. It’s not a resort, but I did pretty well considering I didn’t have much to work with.”

“It’s perfect.”

She immediately pulls her tank top off and reveals the pert and perfect breasts I’ve missed so much. Before I can fully appreciate the view, she’s shimmying out of her shorts and making my gaze ping pong all over her bare skin.

I can’t decide what I want to kiss the most. And when she stands in front of me completely naked, I hiss a breath through my teeth.

Ashley doesn’t try to hide her body from my appraisal, and I’m glad she’s stepped into her confidence over the years.

Being forced to have sex with the lights out because girls don’t want me to look at so-called fat rolls that I wouldn’t have noticed anyway is torture, and so is having to keep my favorite parts of their bodies covered.

When you’re immersed in a moment, there’s no room to be self-conscious.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” Ashley says.

“Fuck, me too.”

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