His legs started to shake, but he didn’t pound his hips into her face. He made that strangled groan, his body went rigid and his head dropped back.

She sucked in time to the first couple pulses, feeling the come coating her tongue. Then she deep throated him and swallowed as he moaned and cursed and praised her in the same breath as God.

Then Fletch’s hand landed on her head, patting her hair so sweetly. She dislodged his c**k from her throat and suckled the tip one more time before releasing him.

Tanna tried to catch her breath and find a comfortable position because her panties were soaked.

Then she noticed the damndest thing. His dick hadn’t immediately gone soft. In fact, if she hadn’t felt his c**k jerking on her tongue and tasted his sticky cream, she’d think he hadn’t come at all.

His gentle touch on her head vanished. He twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to look into his face.

“Yes, I’m still hard as a f**king brick. That’s what you do to me, Tanna. You sucked me off and I came so hard I thought I’d popped something in my brain. But when I look at you, or put my hands on you, or think about getting naked with you”—his c**k jumped against his belly—“I’m totally hard again.” Wildness danced in his eyes.

She expected he’d release her hair but he didn’t.

“I’ve never had sex in this office. Or any rooms in this building. As I conjured depraved places I wanted to f**k you mindless, I realized you were already in the place I wanted you the most. Handy, huh?” He grinned at her. “Now ditch all them clothes you’re wearing.”

As she rolled the chair back, she ditched the tank top. After toeing off her boots, she shimmied out of her jeans and traced the satin edges of her plain white bra, holding back a laugh at his greedy look. “You want this off, rack-lovin’ man? You’ll have to do it.”

“That right?”

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Her hands moved down and she traced the satin edge of her matching panties. “These too.”

“You’re awful bossy for the one who ain’t in charge.”

“Who says I’m not in charge?”

Then he plucked her out of the chair, spinning them both around and pinning her to the desk. “Bigger, badder, stronger”—he flashed his teeth—“hornier; sugar twang, I’m always in charge.” He popped the front enclosure on her bra and stripped it away. “Take off the panties or I’ll cut ’em off.”

She maneuvered around until they were gone. Where they ended up, she didn’t care.

“Don’t. Move.” He snagged a condom from his jeans. Suited up, he pressed his crotch against hers, resting his c**k on her slit. Rolling his hips so the ridged edge of his cockhead rubbed on her clit. Back and forth. Spreading her wetness until they were both sticky with it.

Damn man knew how to rev her up.

Fletch studied her face. “Do you want to get off like this?”

Tanna shook her head.

“You sure?” Short jabs put constant pressure on that hot spot. His pulling and twisting fingers exacted the perfect amount of pressure on her ni**les. “Once this way, and once me hammering into you as hard as you like it.”

“No. I want you in me when I come.”

“Does wild things to me to hear you say stuff like that.”

“I can tell.” Tanna arched her back and widened her thighs. “How about when I do this?”

“Oh yeah. Put your arms above you. Turn your head and moan.”

Tanna followed his instructions, but added in a breathy voice, “Ooh, Dr. Fletcher, you’re such an animal.” She moaned softly. “Please. Do me now.”

“Total fantasy moment, f**king a gorgeous woman across my desk. I’ll be reliving this for years.”

So would she.

But he’d stopped moving.

“We playing doctor or what?”

“Look at me.”

She opened her eyes at his soft command.

Oh, hello, lust. The possessive way he looked at her sent shivers up her spine. “Fletch? What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’. Everything is right for once.”

Tell him you love him.

But as he plowed into her all coherent thought vanished.

Chapter Thirty-three

Tanna could say one thing about Sutton, when he made up his mind to do something, he acted on it immediately. She agreed to watch a training video online, featuring the seven-year-old blue roan mare. Intrigued, she watched another, and another, until she’d seen them all.

When Sutton asked whether she was interested in trying the horse, and she said yes, then next thing she knew, he was on the phone with the breeders, discussing possible dates.

Given Tanna’s schedule, she couldn’t take a few days off and drive to Colorado. So color her shocked when the owners of the Grade A Horse Farm agreed to bring Madera to her over the weekend.

And now they were almost here.

No pressure.

“Tanna. Stop pacing. You’re makin’ me crazy.”

“Can’t help it. I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. Chuck and Berlin Gradsky are good people. They’re just as nervous to meet you.”

Probably because they’re afraid to let me on their horse.

Sutton sighed. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Tanna, and that’s not it. Come here.” Sutton dug his thumbs into her shoulders and moved outward toward the ball of her shoulder. “Maybe this’ll help.”




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