Page 67 of Trails of Temptation

“I love you, too,” I replied, my cheeks warming with a blush.

“So, do you want to choose the color for the banister?”

“Pink?”

“No,” he said with a short laugh.

“What about a nice, muted olive green, then?” I offered, sitting next to him on the stool.

“That will match the wallpaper.” He smiled, securing his safety glasses over the bridge of his nose. “Here, I want to show you how to do this. Maybe you can carve your own section. Something pretty that’ll be there forever.”

“So, when we’re old a gray and our kids are fighting over who inherits the house you can show our grandkids where their grandmother ruined the banister?” I could see it, honestly, us forty years from now hosting our annual Christmas gathering. Our grandkids would be running through that house causing all kinds of chaos while we sat in front of the woodstove, watching our grown children parent their own children, watching the life we created together come into full, beautiful bloom. I could see us a few years from now, too, settled into life with George starting up his ranch again from the ground up and me elbow-deep in cake batter in the kitchen he wanted me to design, a baby strapped to my back and a toddler sitting on the counter licking the batter spoon.

Our kids. Our house. Our future.Our life.

George smiled wide, handing me a pair of safety goggles. “I can’t wait.”

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“What do you think about a clawfoot tub?” I asked, my fingertips trailing over the hard muscles on George’s chest as we lay in bed together.

“You can have whatever you want,” he replied, “but that’s going to a bitch to carry upstairs when we install it.”

“By we”—I laughed—“you mean the guys Jeff hired to help him?”

George laughed, his chest vibrating. “Fine, you can have a clawfoot tub.”

This was my favorite time of day, when all the chores were done and dinner had been served and cleaned up at the big house. Tucked in bed back at George’s little farmhouse nearby, we had a chance to just talk. We talked about anything and everything we could think of, and I loved every single second of it.

Especially when talking led to touching, which led to kissing, and then much, much more.

“Thank you,” I whispered, gently nibbling his earlobe. George groaned, sighing deeply as he gripped my ass.

“What do you think you’re doing, Keely?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, kissing his neck. “You tell me?”

My tongue darted out, tasting his skin. He shivered, flexing his jaw as I trailed kisses over his neck and chest.

“Get over here,” he growled, pulling me on top of him. He kissed me—hard and deep with every ounce of passion he had in his body, which was honestly a lot. I moaned as he took my lower lip between his teeth. His hands moved down my back and spread wide over my ass before he planted a slap to one ass cheek, which made me jump and moan again.

His cock was hard against my belly. I ground my hips against his in a silent plea for more.

God, I get to do this every night with George, for the rest of my life.

I was a lucky girl.

And moments later he showed me just how lucky I was.

“Please!” I whimpered as he flipped over me and trailed rough, hungry kisses over my breasts, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped as his hand slid between my thighs, fingers trailing through the wet, hot flesh that was more than ready for him.

“God, Keely,” he growled against my skin. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Oh—” I breathed as his kisses moved down my belly. My toes curled and I cried out as he slid his tongue straight through my center before mercilessly teasing my clit. He pressed two fingers inside of me, stretching and filling me until I arched my back and ground my hips against his touch.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped as I rode his fingers, chasing every touch and the delicious tension building in my core. He licked and sucked until I was panting so hard I could barely catch my breath. My fingers were tangled in his hair, and I was begging him for more. I wanted all of him. Ineededall of him.

He rose up above me, panting just like I was. He gripped the headboard as he eased his cock inside of me slowly, cursing under his breath. I arched my back, wincing a bit at the pressure.

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