Tempest woke up to lips kissing her neck.

“That better not be Sloth slobbering on my neck,” she said as she kept her eyes closed.

Ryder chuckled on the nape of her neck and she knew she was good.

The cold metal chain dragged across the flushed skin of her stomach as his hand slid up to cup her right breast.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, licking her lips as her nipples hardened. “I can get used to waking up like this.”

They were both naked in his bed, lying under a single sheet that was bunched up around her waist. She had barely been up for sixty seconds and she was already feeling lust and desire take over.

Tempest always thought that the best thing to wake up to was a steaming pot of coffee, but Ryder was changing her mind. She was beginning to see that the best thing to wake up to was a steaming pot of bounty hunter.

“Is this how it’s going to be now?” she asked with a smile on her face. “You put your hands and lips on me whenever you want?”

“Yes,” he grunted between kisses. His magical lips were moving down her collarbone, tracing a damp trail from her neck to her ribs while he caressed her breast.

She tried to control her ragged breathing as her clit throbbed. She couldn’t make it that easy for him.

“I guess I’ll just have to leave then.”

Ryder reached up and swung the metal chain around the bedpost, jerking her cuffed hand up and locking her in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

She grinned. Lucky me.

“Is that so?”

He never stopped peppering her with kisses. His tantalizing mouth was on the side of her left breast now, making her wet. So wet…

“Perhaps you would like another taste of my magic wand again?” she asked before moaning and biting her lip.

“I was thinking you would prefer another taste of my magic wand.” She gasped as he pressed his rock hard cock against the side of her thigh.

This was definitely better than a pot of coffee.

“That might be better,” she slowly admitted. “But I don’t do bounty hunters. It’s unprofessional.”

He chuckled and the little hairs on her body rose as she felt his warm breath wash over her skin.

“If doing a bounty hunter is unprofessional,” he said in a deep husky voice as he kissed around her tingling breast. “Then last night was career suicide.”

Tempest arched her back to give him more of her breasts. “Well, it did feel like I died and went to heaven.”

“Me too.”

She opened her mouth and sucked in a breath as his teasing mouth finally made it to her nipple. His tongue was a wonder and lit her body on fire.

Tempest shut her mouth and focused on the paralyzing sensation of his lips. Whenever they hit her pink parts, she couldn’t move.

He swirled his tongue around her hard little nub, teasing and taunting her as he drew the pleasure out like a master. She was starting to breathe a lot harder as he switched to her other breast and did the same thing.

“I can’t go around having sex with coworkers,” she said as his erection dug into her thigh. “What would the bounty hunter community think of me?”

“They better not think anything dirty or I’ll knock them out,” Ryder said as his lips began moving south. They traveled down the curve of her breast as he cupped each of them in a hand.

She grinned, enjoying the jealousy in his voice. It turned her on even more to think that he would get violently upset if anyone else thought of her.

“Still,” she said as he kissed a tingling trail down her stomach. “It’s too risky. It’s unprofessional. And you know me, I’m anything but unprofessional.”

His shoulders shook as he laughed.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said as he traced his tongue around her bellybutton.

Tempest groaned. She was wetter than she had been in the pool. His lips were going down and down and it was only a matter of time before they were between her legs. She swallowed hard just thinking about it.

“There will be rumors,” she said, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she squeezed her eyes closed. “What will the bounty hunters say at the water cooler? At the Christmas party? I’ll be the laughing stock of the industry. My Yelp review page will be full of perverted comments.”

“All left by me,” Ryder groaned as he slid the blanket down. “Bounty hunter, Tempest Kole has the sweetest. Tightest. Wettest. Pussy.”

She groaned as she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the sticky wetness within.

“And it’s all mine,” he said as he slid his strong hands down the outside of her thighs.

He kissed the little tuft of hair and inhaled deep.

“Spread your legs.” It was a command, not a request and Tempest felt herself obeying. She spread her legs wide and then gasped as his hand was suddenly there, hard and firm against her wet pussy.

He chuckled as his beautiful fingers slid along her slit and through her silky folds.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked in frustration as her back arched off the bed.

“You talk a big game,” he said as he traced her wet opening with his fingertip. “But your dripping wet pussy is betraying you. It’s telling the truth.”

“And what’s the truth if you know everything, Mr. Ryder?” She was gripping her breasts now, kneading them and pinching her nipples as his lips got closer. So close…

“That you want my cock.”

“Damn, pussy,” she moaned. “Always giving me away.”

Her body jerked as she felt his stubbly cheek rub against the inside of her thigh.

The smart ass words were suddenly gone from her lips, the clever comments evaporated. She could only focus on one thing: his lips that were a breath away from her throbbing pussy.

She squeezed her hands into fists and held her breath as his silky tongue touched the bottom of her slit and then slowly, agonizingly, excruciatingly, fucking amazingly dragged all the way up to her aching clit.

“Fuck,” she gasped releasing her tight fists and her ragged breath all at once. “Fuck my reputation. Please keep doing that.”

He let out a low chuckle and then licked her again. She closed her eyes as his tongue worked, swirling around her and sucking on her clit.

His fingers joined the party and slid inside of her as she started rolling her hips and pushing against his mouth. Tempest was slowly slipping out of control. She couldn’t think or talk. The lust was taking over, overriding her brain and filling it with thoughts of Ryder’s big dick and expert tongue.

The pressure was starting to build and Tempest felt it in every cell in her body, burning with tension and begging to be released.

Ryder grabbed the back of her knees and thrust her legs up until her knees were practically in her armpits. She let him do whatever he wanted. Every movement he made felt better and better. The all-consuming sensations increased, the intensity built.

She forced her eyes open and looked down. The sight of a tattooed god between her legs, licking her wet pussy had her grabbing a fistful of sheets and moaning out loud. God, the boys were going to hear and think she was a sex-crazed maniac. She didn’t care. It was too good to stop and the loud moans were coming out whether she tried to hold them back or not.

Ryder’s tongue slid in and out, wet and messy, making her hips buck and her legs tremble. He seemed to sense that she was close because he slipped in two long fingers and held them inside while he lapped her engorged clit with a vicious tongue.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuucccckkkkk,” she moaned through gritted teeth as her body unraveled.

Her pussy clenched on his fingers as her body shook like an earthquake. She threw her head back—white spots filling the back of her eyelids—as the orgasm swept through her like a wildfire.

It consumed every inch of her from her clenched fingertips to her curled toes.

And he just kept on licking through the intense heated waves, slowly lapping his tongue on her, taking everything she was giving him.

When the worst of it was over, she pushed her legs back down, wondering how they got so stiff. They didn’t do any work. He guided them back to the bed and took one last long look at her pussy before wiping the glistening juices from his mouth and looking up at her with a proud look.

She swallowed the comment on her lips. He deserved to be a little cocky and proud after that performance.

“Still worried about your Yelp review?” he asked with a grin.

She shook her head on the pillow as she swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “I think I did enough yelps for one day.”

He laughed.

“Were we too loud?” she asked, covering her eyes with her palm as she recovered.

“We?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Was I too loud?” she corrected. “Do you think the guys heard?”

“I think the whole state heard,” he said with a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Discretion is the name of the game on the Clayton Rock Ranch.”

“There was nothing discrete about that,” she said feeling her cheeks blush from embarrassment, or maybe they were flushing from the orgasm. She couldn’t tell anymore.

“Like I said. If anyone says anything, I’ll clock ‘em in the mouth.”

She grinned as she looked down at him. “Save that energy for me, Mr. Ryder.”

“I have energy for you for days.”

Tempest felt her heart start pounding a little harder. “Prove it.”

He climbed to his knees with a grin on his face. She slowly looked down his sexy tattooed body to his hand. It was gripping his big rock hard cock with a firm grip.

Tempest licked her lips as her mouth watered. He had a gorgeous dick. The perfect length and thickness to stuff every inch (and a little bit more) of her.

She climbed to her knees and dropped forward, landing on all fours with her face an inch from his beautiful cock.

“Don’t touch,” she said, slapping his hand away. “It’s all mine.”

“Help yourself,” he said as she brought her lips to it. She gave it a soft kiss on the tip and his body shuddered.

She hadn’t been able to get a good view of it under the water of the pool the night before, so now she was taking her time, admiring every inch while she gave it soft wet kisses along its hard length.

Ryder moaned as she gripped the base hard and then slid her hand along it up to the head. A pearl of pre-cum oozed out of the tiny slit and Tempest closed her eyes and licked it up.

Fuck. He looked good. He smelled good. And he even tasted good.

She opened her lips wide and guided his juicy cock into her mouth.

“Just like that,” he said as he slid his hands into her hair, gripping the back of her head. The cold chain of the handcuffs dangled on her shoulder, but she was too consumed with what was in her mouth to notice or care.

She took him in as far as he’d go, trailing her tongue along the underside of his cock. His deep groans and moans and tight squeezes of her head coaxed her on and made her work a little harder.

Ryder’s groans got deeper, louder, as she stroked his length with a firm grip until her hand ached. Her tongue was all over him, swirling around his tip and licking his length as she sucked him off.

Her eyes filled with water as she tried to take him all the way in but he was too big. He was too long.

Her hand took over as she looked up at him with desperate eyes. “Come in my mouth,” she begged. “Please. I want to taste you again.”

He shook his head in disbelief as he stared down at her. “You’re driving me wild, girl. Look what you’re doing to me.”

She grinned as she brought the tip of his cock to her lips while she jerked him up and down. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Mr. Ryder.”

He gasped and Tempest knew that he was close. His massive chest was heaving above her as he gulped down breaths of air, unable to get enough of it.

Her pussy was aching as she stroked his dick harder and faster. She kept her mouth open with his tip resting on her tongue, scared to lose one drop of his seed.

His cock pulsed in her hand and he let out a loud groan as warm cum shot into her mouth, coating her tongue before she swallowed it down with a satisfied moan.

She wrapped her lips around his cock again, but it must have been too sensitive because he pushed her off.

“Too much for you, Mr. Ryder?” she asked with a grin as she wiped the corner of her lips. She could feel his warm seed sliding down her throat, warming her chest from the inside. “I thought you could take more than that.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on her.

She gulped. “Yes.”

His strong hands were on her, practically picking up her body and turning her around. Tempest grinned as he placed her down on her hands and knees in front of him.

Her mouth dropped open as he dragged his hard cock up her aching pussy.

“You want it?” he asked as he pressed the head of his still hard cock into her hole. “You’re going to get it.”

She gasped out loud as he thrust all the way inside of her wet pussy with one divine stoke.

“Oh, Ryder,” she moaned as he grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. She thought he had felt big in her mouth, but he felt enormous crammed into her tight little pussy.

And Tempest couldn’t get enough of it.

She grabbed the headboard with one hand and braced herself as he fucked her harder and harder. She thrust her hips back, meeting each pump of his hips with her own, increasing the intensity of it all.

The chain on the handcuffs was always present, always jerking at least one of their arms in an awkward position, if not both, but neither of them seemed to care. They were beyond worrying about how their arm was twisted in an unnatural position or how it was shooting straight up in the air.

It didn’t take long before they were both coming once again, this time together. Her body was the first to let go, clenching and spasming around him. Ryder followed a heartbeat later, rooting himself in deep as he squeezed her hips and released.

They both cried out and then collapsed on the bed beside each other, the metal handcuffs making sure they didn’t separate, but stayed as one.

Tempest’s head sunk into the pillow as she tried to catch her breath. She turned her head and saw him staring at her, his sexy brown eyes full of something she hadn’t seen before. She had seen that look in romantic movies and in elderly couples—the kind that still held hands after all those years—but she had never seen it directed at her before.

It was in that instant that she finally knew. She was falling for Ryder.

And not in the I-have-a-crush-on-a-boy-teenage-girl way. But in the real way. The true love kind of way.

He reached up and cupped her cheek, which made her own cuffed hand jerk up as well. She closed her eyes and relished the moment as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

This was real, wasn’t it?

One-night stands don’t gaze into each other’s eyes and stroke cheeks after, do they? Do one-morning stands? Tempest had no idea, she had never been into that.

All she knew was that she could stay here all day. She could lie in this bed with Ryder an—

Bang. Bang. Bang.

They both jerked up to a sitting position as a heavy fist thumped on the front door.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Grant shouted. “We got a lock on his location.”

“Mr. Creepy-Bear-Shifter-Guy?” Tempest shouted back.

“That’s the one,” Grant answered. “Mount up!”