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“How about you go fuck yourself?”
Lol
No matter how pristine a farm is, you can’t escape it, even outdoors. You can spend all the money in the world to keep your over-the-top, swanky facility spotless, and it will still smell like horse shit.
“Okay, first of all, I am downright fascinated by your blow-up doll preference. Can we table that for now but revisit it someday?” A sneer touches his lips. Ha. Didn’t like that one. “Second, I’m a grown-ass woman, don’t call me a girl. And third, when you’re finished having this epic man-child meltdown,” I wave my hand up and down his body like he did to me, “can you please let Hank know that Billie Black is here for her job interview?”
I’ve missed him. Sometimes you’re born into a family, and other times you choose them. And when you choose them, you know in your bones that they’re right for you.
I am only human after all, and the man is hot as sin.
Yes, I will enjoy the hell out of this view, but from a safe distance. Because men like Vaughn are a trap I will never fall into.
I need someone dependable and organized who I can count on to take the success of Gold Rush Ranch seriously. This isn’t a game.
Boy relax
I don’t need a wildcard;
Easter egg to the rose hill series for the 4th book?
I imagine bending her over my desk, in complete control, yanking her pants down around her thighs, bunching up the back of her shirt, holding it in one fist, and giving her a few good smacks all while she moans and writhes beneath me.
“How do you feel about an extra ten percent on my base salary for my, what did you call it… sweet ass?”
I love it
I need a glass of wine and some good company.
Same girl same
“Yeah, Boss Man. You look good on your knees.”
:o
I don’t roll over for anyone. Fucking my employee is off the table. The farm is in too much trouble. But fucking with my employee… now that’s another story altogether.
Hmmm ok
I’m not saying I’d kick either out of bed if they knew what they were doing, it’s just an observation.
After collecting data, I can now conclude that under different circumstances I would climb the man like a tree.
Baby steps with this one. Just like Vaughn.
A match made in heaven, those two.
“Grab a chair and chill out for a second. You’re all uptight. It’s making DD and me nervous.” “Did he tell you that?” “No. He told you that when he snapped at you.”
The quiet ones are always the craziest.”
Boss Man is still sex in a suit but also a typical crabby rich bitch who hides out in his office all day.
Lmao i dont like you vaughn
“Well then, let me be the one to deflower you on this one, Boss Man,” I whisper against his ear. “You are absolutely insufferable.” I bite down onto his earlobe again, a little harder this time, which causes the air to leave his lungs in a loud hiss.
“Did you seriously just throw something at me?”
“It was a treat,” she chokes out. “Throwing them seems to have brought DD around.”
Giggling
“Excellent. Bottle, glass, or sippy cup?”
And when his warm lips descend onto mine, I sigh, like we’ve done this a million times before.
That’s how Billie had felt in my arms. She felt right.
People are no different. Same shit, different pile.
“I’m not done yet, Little Patty. I want to make myself clear, so look me in the eye before you run and hide.” She bends even lower, her face coming within only a few inches of his, with the whip still resting on his shoulder. “You will never ride another one of my horses again. You will never come near Double Diablo again. The only view you’re going to get of him is of his shiny, black ass while you watch him cross the finish line.” She lowers the whip and stands up tall. “And as for me? My family has no bearing on my professional life. I’m no mother hen. I’m a fucking mother bear. And you
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“If you ever use me or my horses to win brownie points in your billionaire-baby sandbox, I will bury you there myself. Are we clear?”
I expect her to lash out, for more cutting words to fly past her bee-stung lips. Instead, she fists the lapel of my suit jacket and yanks me back into a kiss. Her lips move frantically against mine—so different from our first kiss—burning me up in a way I didn’t think a single kiss could.
And thank you? A fucking thank you? After we both just completely incinerated each other? With chemistry like that? I don’t think so, Billie.
so I wrap my arms around his big warm neck and hug him. I stroke his shoulders and he drops his neck down to rest his head along my back.
“I’ve known you a long time, and I know that you’re blaming yourself right now. You shouldn’t. You’ve always been too hard on yourself. None of this is your fault.”
“You’re my family too, you know.”
He puts his arms out and glares at me. “Come here.” And I go to him. Against all my better judgement. Against everything I know about him. Against everything my logical brain is telling me to do. I collapse into his arms. And he props me up, like I knew he would. He doesn’t placate me or tell me it’s going to be okay. He doesn’t offer me fake words or try to console me, to fix me. He just lets me be. And as memories of all our quiet moments together bubble up in my mind, I realize maybe he cares about me more than I thought.
Walking in to see and hear Billie sobbing into the horse’s shoulder had been an absolute gut-punch.
I’m not a spiritual guy, or into any new age energy kind of shit, but even I have to admit there is a special connection between Billie and DD. A connection you don’t see very often, the kind in books and movies.
“Billie, some people celebrate Mother’s Day for being a ‘dog-mom.’ That’s unstable.
STFU
"Don’t judge dog-moms, you dick. I plan to be one, one day.”
DD stops, jolting me from my realization. He groans and… he poops. I never thought I’d be so excited to see horse poop. The blockage has moved, and I turn to celebrate with Billie.
<3
“How long you been staring at me, Boss Man?” she mutters. “Since day one,” I whisper in her ear. “Take the sappy shit somewhere else, Vaughn.” I snort. “There she is.”
And it’s the best feeling ever. Seeing her this excited? It’s addictive. I want to make her this happy all the time. Okay, maybe not all the time, because I kind of like her surly side. But more often.
when they can’t have something. And I’m not sure I realized how badly I wanted her until now.
He looked like a predator who was about to have me as his snack. And the worst part is, in that moment, I wanted to be snacked on.
Vaughn Harding wears casual clothes like one of those sexy, scruffy Calvin Klein models.
so I just reach out, yank at his wrist above where his hand is shoved into his pocket and take his big warm hand in my own. He doesn’t resist. In fact, after a couple minutes his thumb rubs absently across my palm as we walk in silence, sending a wave of goose bumps up my arm that land right on my pebbled nipples.
“You look like someone who saved that horse’s life today. That’s what matters. I already know you’re beautiful.”
“I don’t want to talk. We’re not friends.” His words are like a paper cut. They sting, but don’t produce any blood. “What I want is you, straddling me, and I don’t let friends do that.”
I bite at my lips nervously. “I’m going to regret this tomorrow.”
“No, Billie.” His hands stroke me. “I’m going to eat that perfect pink pussy and then put you back to bed. And tomorrow? Tomorrow all you’re going to think about is how good you felt with my tongue inside of you.”
