How to Rope a Loyal Cowboy by Anya Summers

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Noah sat at his desk after dinner, going through the painstaking process of conducting a line by line audit. The discrepancy would have to be in the books here somewhere. Given the missing funds, he knew that it meant someone likely had been skimming from the pot for a while. He didn’t plan to leave any stone unturned in this review.

He’d gotten the boys down tonight. It was something he tried to do every night, both because he never wanted them to think he was ignoring them and weren’t his top priority, and because some nights, it was their only one on one time together. After they had dropped off, he told Morgan he had some things to work on in his office. Which was the truth, even as he avoided her.

But he had also confirmed the thief couldn’t have been Morgan. There was no way. She hadn’t even done more than drop the boys off at the stables that first week. He had met her, and watched her walk out each time.

If she was on the take, he would have seen it in his personal accounts. He had checked those after Amber left the stables today, and they were fine. He had even shot Amber a text message with that information on Morgan, and received a thumbs up back from her.

At the knock on the door, his head shot up. It took him a moment to focus from all the numbers swimming in his head. Morgan posed just inside the door. A satin robe in deep red covered her lithe form. The hem ended mid-thigh and left her gorgeous legs bare. Her hair was loose around her shoulders in deep chestnut waves. She had done something feminine and mysterious with her eyes. It gave her this sultry goddess appearance. She was the sexiest damn woman alive.

Instantaneously, he was rock hard.

He hadn’t wanted a woman like this in years. And if he was honest, even his late wife had never made him burn this way—as if he was immolating from the inside out.

“Morgan.” He cleared his suddenly dry throat as need clawed through his body.

Closing the office door behind her, she sauntered his way. Her hips swayed as she approached. He clenched his hands on the arms rests of his desk chair, surprised he didn’t crush them with the force. She rounded his desk, never once taking her eyes off him. Curious about what she had planned, he bit back a groan as she straddled his lap.

“What are you doing?”

She cast a seductive glance up at him through inky lashes. Her eyes were bluer than he had ever seen them, and clouded with wicked intentions. “I wanted to show you what I bought.”

“What you bought?” Warning signals went up in his brain even though he had cleared her of the theft. Could he have been wrong?

“Yep. Since I don’t have to pay rent or utilities, and you’re paying me handsomely to watch the boys, I thought I should order some things that we will both enjoy. What do you think… Daddy?” She loved teasing him with the title. And fuck, but it thrilled him in a dark corner of his soul. It was wrong and depraved, but he loved it.

Morgan unbelted the robe and let it fall off her shoulders.

Every rational thought evaporated from his brain.

Noah almost came in his jeans. Morgan was wearing a black satin teddy with a plunging neckline that went clear to her navel, and gave him a verdant view of her tits. The lingerie was held up by nothing more than thin straps over her shoulders. The teddy hugged her slender waist and hips, before ending at her crotch.

The caveman in him roared. Noah wanted to rip the material off and bury himself inside her. As much as he had tried to fuck her out of his system, it seemed that the more he had her, the more he wanted. He was obsessed.

“You got this for me?” His voice was thick with need.

“Yes, Daddy. Do you like it?”

“I do.”

“Good. There are plenty more where this one came from, too. I bought each one thinking about you taking it off me.”

Fuck.He was doomed, in the sexiest, most hedonistic way imaginable. Not that he was trying to keep himself away from her.

His hands gripped her hips. She was his addiction, one he had no intentions of giving up. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that. I’m beginning to think you do it just so I can punish you.”

“I do. I like it when you punish me.” She leaned forward and, beside his ear, murmured, “It’s my favorite thing, next to having your big cock inside me.”

She was Aphrodite, bent on seduction. He couldn’t wait to take her, to feel her squeeze his dick until he was coming inside her, and worship her like a goddess. The goddess of his every dark fantasy brought to life. He ached for her, craved her, and couldn’t see his life without her.

The books could go to hell. “I need to move this stuff out of the way. Then I want you bent over the desk, ready to receive your spanking.”

Morgan slid off his lap to comply. She glanced at his desk and said, “Bookkeeping? That’s what you’ve been doing tonight instead of me?”

She was killing him here. “Yeah. It’s part of the job.”

“Do you need help? I used to do my dad’s books all the time.”

“No. I just need you bent over the desk,” he said, collecting all the paperwork and storing it on the credenza behind them.

Once the ledgers were removed, Morgan laid herself over the top of his desk. Noah had not even considered taking her at his desk a fantasy until it happened. He would have to keep her quiet, given their proximity to his boys’ bedroom. It would be difficult, since she was a bit of a howler.

The teddy was fastened with snaps right over her mound.

But Noah wanted her ass bared for his hand. He made quick work of the snaps and bunched the material at her waist. Morgan had the most perfectly shaped ass, round and firm, the silky skin a milky white. He massaged the globes and was rewarded with a deep, throaty moan.

“Hush. You mustn’t make a sound. If you do, I will withhold your orgasm and won’t permit you to come. And we both know how much you enjoy those.” His fingers teased her slit, already wet with her dew. “Understood?”

“Yes… Daddy.”

“Ha, ha, you’ve earned yourself a blazing red ass with that. Not a sound, or I will let you watch me come all over you, and deny you.”

Noah positioned himself, putting one palm over her lower back to keep her in place. Then he cut loose, smacking her pretty butt, landing sharp, cracking blows on one cheek, and then the next.

It pleased him to no end when she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to contain her moans. Morgan loved a good spanking and, well, he fucking loved giving them to her. It was why her use of the term Daddy had become a bit of a game between them.

But watching the pale globes turn shades of red from his hand was a thing of beauty. And hell, his dick was hard enough to cut glass.

By the time he’d finished her discipline, he almost broke the zipper on his jeans getting them undone and shoving his pants and boxers down. He teased her slit with the crown, enjoying her muffled gasp.

Fitting the head in her opening, he thrust until his balls slapped against her clit. Morgan moaned behind her hand. Grasping her hips, he watched as he fucked her—the smooth glide of his shaft as it disappeared inside her pink, puffy hole. Spreading her ass cheeks as he thrust, that tiny rosette beckoned him. He wanted to take her there so badly, he ached.

And damn, but she was ready.

But he didn’t have any lubricant on hand nearby. Next time, he promised himself. As he pumped hard and deep, her muffled moans drove him wild. The unleashed caveman driven by nothing but lust, reveled in the way he was screwing her. He felt feral, and damn near animalistic.

He bent over her back, pistoning his hips. He needed to command every part of her. Possession for him was not nine-tenths, it was a full one hundred percent. He wanted to own her, body and soul. Wrapping his arms around her torso, he removed the hand covering her mouth and sealed his lips over it.

And that was when he lost all restraint—being this connected to her, he pounded his dick in her pussy like it was his salvation and absolution. Morgan shuddered around his plunging cock as she came. He drank down her moans and added his own when he slammed inside her and exploded.

He came and came and came, filling her spasming channel with his spunk.

And hell if he didn’t wonder if his seed would take root, and he would get to watch her belly swell. He, the dude who had his hands full with twins, wasn’t turned off or filled with horror at the thought of getting Morgan pregnant. In fact, it felt right.

But that would mean tying her to him for the rest of their lives. And that wasn’t what he wanted, was it? It was one thing to consider collaring her, because a collar could be removed at any time, and the connection severed.

He lifted his mouth and stared at her. She was achingly beautiful, and stirred him in ways he had never expected.

Except, he wasn’t committing to someone for the long haul. He had done that once, and fallen short. He had been the one to find Sara with her eyes open and the life gone from her gaze on the floor in their bedroom. He couldn’t bear the responsibility ever again. He cared about Morgan, and would take care of her. That was enough. And it was as much of a commitment as he could do.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He withdrew from her body and pulled up his pants.

She tried to stand, but when her legs wobbled, he scooped her up and carried her to his bed. He laid her down, only to have her wrap a slim hand around his neck and plant her mouth over his.

On a groan, he followed her down, realizing that he was sinking fast where she was concerned but there were no lifejackets sturdy enough to keep him from drowning.

He could only hope that when things went bad, and they always did, the trail of destruction didn’t incinerate them both.