Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
moved back home to Bitterroot Valley, built a beautiful house on his ranch, and has
recently adopted a teenage boy that has brought nothing but joy into his life. The only thing that’s been missing is the feeling of Polly in his arms since their incredible night together months ago. Memories of her touch aren’t nearly enough to satisfy him, and Ryan will do anything he can to make her his.
Polly can’t forget the one night she spent with Ryan all of those months ago, but she understood that it was a one-time deal. Yes, she still thinks about the sexy billionaire cowboy and his strong arms wrapped around her, but she’s a busy woman, with a thriving clothing shop and a group of friends that keep her on her toes. When you add in a house that always needs repairs, Polly’s days and nights are completely full. But when Ryan starts coming around, tempting her with that killer smile, heated bedroom eyes, and generous gifts, how is she supposed to stay away from him?
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PROLOGUE
RYAN
Her thick, red, fucking amazing hair is like silk between my fingers where my hand is fisted at the nape of her neck as I plunder her luscious mouth. She tastes like strawberries and champagne and absolute sin, and I can’t get enough of her.
“Jesus, God, yes,” she moans against my lips as I pluck at a nipple. At the rate we’re going, we’ll make it through the box of condoms before sunrise because I have no intention of sleeping tonight. “It’s so good.”
I’ve known her for years, have been attracted to her for just as long, and thanks to a few drinks at my brother’s wedding and some serious flirtation, I’ve got her in my bed, naked and writhing beneath me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Nibbling down her neck, I make my way to her small, round breasts and tug a nipple into my mouth. Polly Allen is petite, at least a foot shorter than me, and she has curves so damn amazing that, once they finished creating her, the gods wept with joy.
My hand glides down her belly, and I slide two fingers inside of her, only to have her grind against me and moan with anticipation.
“You’re soaking.” I kiss down her belly, needing to taste her. So, I reverse our positions and lie flat on the bed. “Sit on my face.”
Polly’s green eyes go wide, and then she laughs. “Yeah, right, I’ll smother you.”
“Not a chance.” I hook my arm around her waist and pull her up my body and settle her right over my face, then grab her ass and urge her down over me so I can lick and suck and devour her.
“Oh, my God,” she moans, leaning against the dark leather headboard. Her hips move back and forth as she rides my face, and when I push my fingers inside of her again, I feel her already contracting with her impending orgasm.
She comes hard and fast, grinding down over my face, and I lap up every delicious drop of her. When she’s finished, I wiggle out from under her, tuck a pillow under her hips to keep her ass in the air, and, once I’ve protected us both, I tease her with the tip of my cock.
“For fuck’s sake, Ryan,” she breathes, pushing back, urging me to slam inside of her.
“What?” I fist that glorious hair once more, loving the way it feels in my hand, and lean in to press my lips against her ear. “What do you want, Polly? Use your words.”
“I want—” She licks her lips. “I want you to fuck me.”
I grin, biting her earlobe. “Good girl.”
Taking it easy, I push inside, not wanting to hurt her, but she’s so fucking wet she takes me easily, and we both groan with the pleasure of it.
“God, you’re snug,” I growl and push up to drag my hand down her spine to the small of her back as I push in and out of her. My thumb tickles her tight little pink anus, and she yells out as she comes again, all over me.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in all of my thirty-three years, and her pussy tightening around me sends me over the edge with her.
I lean in to press my forehead against her back, then kiss her spine, right between her shoulder blades, before I pull out and collapse to the side of her.
Polly’s face is buried in a pillow, but she turns to suck in a breath and opens one emerald-green eye to watch me.
“That was fun,” she says, her voice still breathless.
“That’s one word to describe it.”
I’d use life-altering.
“I should go,” she says with a frown.
“It’s one in the morning.” I brush a lock of hair off her cheek and hook it behind her ear. “Where could you possibly need to be at this time of the night?”
“Well, you probably didn’t plan on having an overnight guest.”
“No, I didn’t plan it.” I grin and push over to kiss her soft, swollen lips. “It’s a happy surprise. You’re staying here, Polly. I’m not done with you yet.”
She lets out a strangled laugh. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“But what a way to go.”
I wake the way I always do: quickly and fully alert. But I don’t open my eyes yet. I can smell the sex and Polly’s perfume, and I could swear the sound of my name on her lips as she succumbed to that last orgasm still hangs in the air. I grin, remembering how amazing she looked, spread out like a feast before me, and I’m not ashamed to say that I took full advantage.
That couldn’t have been more than an hour ago.
I crack open one eye and glance over at my phone on the bedside table, surprised to see that it’s already eight a.m. I’m always up by six.