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Emily shrugged. “I didn’t have any other options. I need the work. We’re all broke.

We told you that.”

“But cooking for a bunch of roughnecks?” He shook his head. “I don’t think this is exactly what you had in mind.”

“As long as they stop calling me Auntie Em I won’t mind it so much. There doesn’t seem to be a place in Mesa Blanco—maybe in all of the county—with a crying need for a convention director.”

He continued to watch her, the silence stretching out like an old rubber band.

“I know you’re going to fire me,” she told him, “so let’s just get it over with and I’ll pack my things. Get out of your hair.”

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“And where did you plan to go?”

Was that a grin teasing at his mouth again? Asshole!

“That’s my business.” If he was going to throw her out she didn’t need to give him any details. She might be broke but she still had her pride.

“And mine,” he told her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? How so?”

“I hired you so it’s my responsibility to see you don’t end up on the streets.”

Heat burned her cheeks. “Listen, Wyatt…”

“You’re an intelligent woman. I think if you approached this like any project you’ve ever worked on, you could produce at least passable meals.” He chuckled. “But I can’t starve the men in the meantime, so I’m going to get you some help.”

Her eyes widened. “Help?”

“Yeah. My foreman’s wife used to do the cooking here but decided she’d had enough. I conned her into coming up here a couple of hours a day in the morning to give you cooking lessons.”

“Cooking lessons? You’re kidding, right?”

“Not even a little. So what’s your choice? Cooking lessons or should I look around the area for you and see where else you might land?”

The last thing Emily wanted to do was find herself someplace else. God only knew what kind of a job he’d find for her. Besides, the high point of her day was ogling his really tight butt when he ambled along in those soft jeans of his. Followed closely, however, by the very few moment he got close enough to her that she could smell the male heat of him, feel it emanating from his body. Then of course there were the dreams she’d had the past two nights.

Sheesh
! What was happening to her? Had being dumped by Nick left her so sex-deprived that she was having erotic fantasies about a man she’d known less than a week? And one she worked for, to make matters worse.

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“You don’t have to do that,” she began.

“Oh, yeah, I do.” He grinned again. “My hands will string me up from the water tank if they don’t get a decent meal pretty soon. And the next cook I hire sure won’t be as easy on the eyes as you are. So you still have a job. You can relax.”

Her heart thumped. “Thank you, Wyatt. I promise I’ll pay very careful attention during my…cooking lessons.” She watched him. Something else was going on here and she hadn’t a clue what it was. “If you aren’t going to fire me, why
are
we sitting here?”

He set his mug down and leaned across the table, touching her free hand. The skin sizzled beneath his fingers. “I’m trying to figure out how to do this and not have you shoot me with my own gun.”

Emily stared at him. “Do what? Holy hell, Wyatt, what’s going on here?”

Wyatt’s face was dead serious, but heat blazed in his eyes. “From the minute I saw you in the Blue Belle in those shorts and top I’ve been so hard it’s almost painful to walk. Don’t you wonder why I stay gone from the house so much? I don’t trust myself to keep my hands off you.”

Emily had just taken a sip of her coffee and she spewed it out onto the table.

Flushed, she jumped up and grabbed the dishtowel from the counter and began mopping up the mess. She couldn’t look at Wyatt. She was afraid he’d see what she really wanted reflected in her eyes. “Sorry.”

He reached over and pried the dish towel from her hands. “I’m guessing this is a shock to you.”

“Shock?” She didn’t know what to say. That wasn’t the half of it. The thought wrapping her legs around that hard muscular body and feeling his cock inside her made her tremble with anticipation. “You could definitely say that.”

“So is this a good shock or a bad shock?” His voice had a slight edge to it.

“I don’t… I just…” She dropped into her chair. “Are you serious?”

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“As a heart attack.” He crossed his legs, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“But we have a real big problem here.” He paused. “Assuming you’re even interested.”

What was she supposed to say? No? She’d sound like a prig. Yes? Actually, totally yes? She’d sound like a slut. Finally she asked, “What’s the problem? I didn’t think people worried about sexual harassment out here in the boonies.” She tried to make a joke out of it, but she was still stunned to find out he had the hots for her.

His face tightened. “I may be a horny cowboy but I respect a woman until she gives me a reason to think otherwise. The last thing I want to do is have you tolerate my advances because you think you have to. To keep your job.”

Emily dropped her eyes and busied herself sipping from her mug. The coffee was cold and bitter but it gave her something to do while she tried to pull together her scattered wits. “So, if I said I was interested would that make a difference? And not because I want to keep my job.”

Wyatt was watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. “I’d want you to think very carefully about it. I’m not offering anything here except my bed and my body. No hearts and flowers. Nothing long-term. That’s not who I am. And if it burns itself out and you feel uncomfortable here, I’ll make sure you’re set up in town with a place to stay and a job. Until you and your friends are able to leave.”

“Did I give you the impression I was asking for anything?” she shot back. “And you don’t have to worry about giving me anything. Look, maybe you’re right and this isn’t such a good idea after all.”

Wyatt must have moved faster than the speed of light, because in a millisecond he was out of his chair, had pulled her from hers and was devouring her mouth as if he’d been starved for it forever. He nibbled at her bottom lip, licked around the edges of her mouth then plunged his tongue inside with possessive forcefulness.

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mouth. Her nipples throbbed and the pulse in her womb did a jungle dance. She was drowning in sensory overload. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up.

His arms tightened around her, pressing her breasts against the hard wall of his chest. One of his long legs insinuated itself between hers and he rubbed his thigh against her heated pussy through her clothes. She was melting, so liquid she didn’t think she could stand without his arms holding her.

When he broke the kiss his eyes burned into hers.

“You want this as much as I do,” he breathed against her mouth.

“Yes.” It came out as a whisper. “Yes, I do.”

He lifted her into his arms and strode through the kitchen to her rooms, through the sitting room into the bedroom. Hysterically she thought how glad she was she’d made the bed that day. Having sex in a messy room took the edge off things.

Wyatt stood her on the floor beside her bed and with fingers that shook slightly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. His eyes fastened on the swell of her breasts and he traced the slope with the tip of one finger.

“Exquisite,” he murmured. “Just fucking gorgeous.” He bent his head and trailed kisses across her skin.

Emily tilted her head back and he moved his mouth to her neck, brushing against her heated skin, taking tiny nips then soothing with his tongue. He pressed his lips against the hollow of her throat where her pulse pounded and sucked the delicate flesh into his mouth.

She barely registered when he took off the scrap of silk and lace she wore for a bra but when his large palms slid around to cup her breasts and he closed his hot mouth over one nipple a bolt of electricity shot through her so powerful it nearly knocked her to her knees. She hummed at the back of her throat as he worshiped first one nipple, then the other.

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When she was sure she would come just from that alone he lifted his head, “You have outstanding nipples. I’ll bet they would look unbelievable with clamps tightened on them.”

“C-clamps?” she stuttered.

“Uh-huh.” He licked first one then the other. “Haven’t you ever worn nipple clamps? Hasn’t some man been so turned on by them that he just had to find the right ones to tighten on them?”

“It-it sounds like it would hurt.” She wanted to be afraid but a streak of something dark and erotic flashed through her.

“It hurts good, sugar. Real good. I think you’d love it. And I’d sure love to see it.”

He was kissing her again as his hands worked the snap and zipper of her slacks.

Then they were gone, along with her thong. Wyatt lifted her and placed her on the bed, spread her legs wide with the knees bent, and stared at her exposed cunt. The look in his eyes made her heart race and her nerves fire.

“I’d like to take a picture of that sweet little puss,” he rasped. “Keep it with me so I can pull it out and look at it any time I want.”

The muscles in her cunt quivered and liquid trailed from her vagina. She would have been embarrassed at how wet she was if she hadn’t been so completely turned on.

And he’d hardly done anything yet.

Wyatt trailed the tip of one finger the length of her slit and lifted it to his mouth, licking her essence from it slowly, all the while pinning her with his gaze. His eyes never left her body as he slowly removed his clothes, toeing off his boots and dropping his jeans and shirt on top of them.

Emily sucked in a breath as she looked at his naked body. He was tall and lean and all muscle. Hair a dark shade of blond covered his chest in tiny whorls then arrowed down over his flat abdomen to create a nest of curls surrounding the most impressive erection she had ever seen. Long and thick, with a broad purple flared head, it quite literally made her mouth water.

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He moved closer to the bed and she was about to ask him if he had any condoms when he dropped to his knees, lifted her legs over his shoulder and put his mouth to her cunt. He rimmed the opening with his tongue before driving it into her hot channel.

Emily’s entire body shook with tiny spasms. Wyatt’s tongue was an erotic torch, leaving a trail of fire every place it touched. She hitched her hips at him, urging him to penetrate more deeply. He curled his tongue—his very long, educated tongue—and the tip of it scraped her sweet spot, sending another series of ripples through her. He drank from her, holding her in place so there was no relief, no opportunity to roll away when the heat became scorching, the sensations so acute she could feel every individual nerve in her body.

The climax burst upon her with such a sudden ferocity she had no time to prepare herself for it. This was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and she was no stranger to good sex. Or what she’d
thought
was good sex. A hurricane grabbed her, shaking her and pulling her from her foundation. Tossing her into the air so she whirled and spun, free-falling with nothing to catch her.

And all the time Wyatt continued to probe her with his tongue and suck her essence, eating her as if she were an epicurean delicacy.

It could have been a minute or an hour, she had no idea how much time had passed, when Wyatt lifted her, ripped back the covers on the bed and placed her in the center. He bent to lift his jeans, pulled out his wallet and fished a condom from it, rolling it on with practiced efficiency.

When he moved over her she could tell from the fine tremors in his body and the way the cords in his neck stood out that his control was about to snap. And despite the fact she’d just had one gigantic orgasm, she desperately wanted him inside her. Now.

Right now.

He nudged her thighs wider apart and pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her cunt. One roll of his hips and he thrust deeply. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into the small of his back to pull him in even deeper. She 24

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moved with him as he pistoned in and out, thrusting up at him as he drove deep inside her.

If her first orgasm was unbelievable, when this one broke over her it consumed her completely. She lost all sense of who she was, focused only on the spasms that shook her and the man whose cock was pulsing deep inside her. She was in the tight embrace of a fire, the heat consuming her. The contractions seemed to go forever, shaking every part of her body, and Wyatt shook just as hard with her. The muscles of his back, beneath her hands, were rigid with the intensity of his release. She screamed his name and he swallowed it with his mouth.

And then it was over, little aftershocks racing through them, then gone. Wyatt fell forward, catching himself on his forearms, dragging air into his lungs. Emily could feel the thunderous beat of his heart, rocketing in cadence with hers. She was sure she’d never be able to move again.

Eventually she found she could actually breathe normally and her heart wasn’t going to beat itself out of her chest. Wyatt drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly and eased himself from her body.

“Right back,” he mumbled.

In a minute she heard him in her bathroom, obviously disposing of the condom.

Then he was back, climbing into bed next to her and pulling her against his body and wrapping his arms around her.

“You’re an unexpected package of dynamite, Miss Emily Proctor,” he murmured against her hair.

“Mmm,” was all she could manage to respond.

“I have plans for you,” he whispered, his voice deep and hoarse. “I think you’re a woman who can really enjoy my kind of sex. I can’t wait until tomorrow night.”