Riding the High (Silver Pines Ranch Series)

by Paisley Hope

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Ashby.” Cole’s eyes lock onto mine and hold them. “In case you don’t remember, we have a big fucking problem.”

“If you don’t want to be my one-night stand, then it’s a good thing we’re in Vegas. I dare you to marry me, Ginger, so I can properly fucking worship you.”

“They can’t see you out there, Vixen, but they can hear you. Let them hear how much you like my tongue buried in your sweet cunt. Scream my name. Let this whole fucking city know whose wife you are.”

Fuck, I’m so proud of you, Ginger, so determined to take all of me. And you’re going to, Vixen. Every last fucking inch.

Those ten seconds she kissed me fucked me right up and showed me why I could never let myself really ever fall for her. I knew in those ten seconds if I did, I’d never get back up.

“I don’t want to try anymore. All I want to do is fucking bury myself so deeply inside you that you remember me there every single second. I want you to feel empty without me.”

“You look fucking beautiful in my kitchen, Mrs. Ashby,” I whisper, offering another kiss to her palm.

“Spread these thighs wide, be a good girl and feed me your pussy, Ginger.”

“It’s been you for so fucking long, Ginger…you’re the baseline I compared every woman to. You’re the one I sought. I sought your attention, your sass, your fucking beautiful smile. Always.”

“It’s always been you, Ginger,” he mutters into my lips. “And I have no fucking clue what to do about that. Besides maybe keep you.”