For. One. Hard. Spanking.

Oh my God. Amber refused to reveal her level of excitement hearing his words. Everything about this man was unexpected. She was floored, and nothing ever stymied her thoughts or actions. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” She wasn’t entirely certain that he’d stop or had even heard her strangled words.

Camden stopped but didn’t turn around for at least thirty seconds. “If that’s allowed given your position then I would accept.”

She walked closer. “It’s allowed. My rules at least for this concept in particular.”

“I have my rules and I will make them very clear.” Cupping her chin, he rubbed his thumb across her mouth. “And you will listen. Do you understand?”

The authoritative tone in his voice was thrilling, but she wasn’t ready to give up command just yet. “We shall see. My decision.” She gave him a once over and started to turn around. When he grabbed her arm, yanking her against his chest, she gasped. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Exactly what you want me to do.” Fisting her hair, he crushed his mouth over hers, pushing his tongue past her pursed lips.

She struggled, kicking out, trying desperately to get out of his grasp, beating her hand against his arm. There was no use. He was strong, powerful and dominating.

And he was everything she’d ever desired.

The kiss became a combustion of searing heat and he growled as he shoved his tongue into the back of her throat.

She was shivering and realized she’d arched her back, her pussy clenching as he ground his groin across her stomach. He was hard, his cock throbbing and for a few seconds, she envisioned dropping to her knees, licking and sucking until he shot his load, drinking every drop of his sweet cream. She fell into the kiss, no longer struggling. Her nipples were rock hard, aching and she could no longer think clearly. This man, this rugged hunk had sideswiped his way into her life.

And she would allow him into her bed.

He broke the kiss and chuckled darkly, his arm falling to around her neck, keeping her close. “As I said, my rules and you will follow them.”

“Yes, sir.” While she overemphasized the words, she gathered he was as turned on as she was. Was he really a man who could understand her needs? Time would tell.

“Hmmm, better. What time?” Camden rubbed his thumb across her mouth, as if gathering the kiss.

“As long as it takes you to get a shower. I’ll be waiting,” she managed, the tone one she didn’t recognize.

He continued rubbing then slipped his thumb past her lips. “When I arrive, we’re having a discussion.”

She sucked on his thumb, dragging her tongue back and forth. When he removed it and brushed hair from her eyes, she shivered. “Discussion?”

“Yes. Those rules I was talking about and exactly what will happen if you don’t follow them.”

“I’ll be ready.” Amber had difficulty focusing as he walked out of the corral. She hung over the fence as Zeus came closer, nudging her waist. “I know, baby boy. He’s a hidden gem. Isn’t he?” She darted a look over her shoulder and ran her fingers down the front of her shirt, fighting to keep from plucking her hardened nipples. “Whew.”

There was something about Camden that seemed off, even though he’d shoved his way past her bravado. Why did she have the feeling he was hiding his true identity? Well, she certainly had time to find out.

After making certain Zeus was secured in his stall, she sauntered back to the house. The place was a wreck. She had maybe an hour to clean up and change. Laughing, she turned on music and tidied up the downstairs. She glared at the roses as well as the note. Maybe she’d leave them just in case Camden was like all the rest of the men she’d ever considered dating.

Too many hands, a small dick and zero intelligence.

While she certainly wasn’t going to invite him to her bedroom, she bounded up the stairs two at a time and grabbed her dirty clothes that had been strewn around the room, tossing them into the hamper.

She glared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, making faces. A stranger. She was trusting a stranger to do what? The verdict was out. The search through her closet was almost futile. Another dress. Great. Tomorrow would be laundry day.

A quick glance at her watch and she headed to her office, turning on her laptop. If Camden Dane had a past, she was going to find out. Yeah, she craved his control, maybe his discipline and damn sure wanted the man in her bed, but not if he was going to betray her. She refused to be a fool. “Let’s see what you’re about.” The computer was taking its sweet time and the moment she was able to pull up the internet, the doorbell rang. Fuck. The man was fast.

She smoothed down her dress and slowly walked to the front screen door. Lordy, the man could clean up well. All resolve seemed to vanish as her desire reared its ugly head. This wasn’t good. “That was quick.”

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He opened the door fully, walking inside.

“We should talk about earlier,” she managed to say, trying to keep some amount of control.

He sniffed and glanced around her house, scanning every inch. “What about?”

“You work for me.”

“And I still hope to. Nothing has changed. I have a strong work ethic, much like the rules I mentioned. Demanding.”

Why had her pussy already drenched her panties? Fuck. Fuck! “Interesting.”

Camden shot her an authoritative look as he chuckled. “Beautiful home.”

“I grew up here.”

“Reminds me of the ranch house I grew up in.”

Barefoot, she suddenly felt so small around him. However, she was no longer surprised by how attracted she was to him. “Would you like some wine?” God! She sounded like a teenager, her voice cracking.

“Wine.”

“Or a beer. Maybe vodka. I also have whiskey.” She wiped a bead of perspiration away from her top lip, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

Camden inched closer, lifting his arm. Using the tip of his index finger, he very gently slid it across the corner of her mouth, the same knowing smile curling on his lip. “Whiskey.”

“Okay. Make yourself at home.” At that moment, she wanted to crawl under the house. Heat crept up from her chest and she did everything in her power to keep her cool. She was very aware his eyes never seemed to leave her, her skin was on fire, and her mind was reeling at his words, his command. She would ask for a spanking. She willed her legs to move and damn if she almost didn’t trip leaving the living room. When she was in the kitchen, she exhaled and counted to five, trying to find what was left of the dominating woman inside. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

Spanking. You need a severe spanking.

From him? Hell, yes, she did.

“When did you know that you craved a firm hand? That you couldn’t live without one?” Camden stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the doorjamb.

Resisting jumping, the sound of his velvety voice was like music playing. She remained nervous, as if she was a little kid being asked about her bad behavior. “That’s a loaded question.” She noticed his gaze had shifted to the flowers, a smirk on his face.

“I want the truth. Always the truth.”

“Since I was a little girl. I just knew. No matter how many times I acted up, that very second Daddy gave me a hard spanking, I was good as gold. At least for a little while.” Her laugh skipping, she handed him the glass. Their fingers touched, and she was breathless once again.

“Mmm… Good to know. A strict father. Boyfriends?” His voice was low, husky as if filled with desire.

“Not even close. I had very few and they were duds. Perfect. Polished. With zero clue.”

“That’s why you enjoy Drago. He’s anything but polished.”

She thought about his statement. “He’s exciting, dark and formidable, but he certainly never wanted anything more than what we’ve shared. I guess we used each other. Isn’t that sad?”

“Not sad, a matter of need.” Camden swirled the liquid in his glass before taking a sip. “Rules.”

“Yes. Your rules.”

“No one knows we’re together tonight and I’m certain you’d prefer to keep it that way. I think that would be best.”

“Very much so,” she whispered. He did have something to hide.

“You do what I command, and you will ask for what you need. However, I’ll give you what you deserve.”

The entire situation had rocketed into overdrive. She should tell him no, toss him out of the house. But she couldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

Swallowing, Amber blinked several times, absorbing what he was telling her. “Yes. I mean yes, sir. I understand.”

“Wonderful.” His eyes were twinkling. “The rest is our choice.”

“I agree.” His eyes were gorgeous, offering a brief look inside the man. “Who are you, Camden Dane? Really?”

He took another sip before answering. “A man looking for a future.”

Nodding, she could feel goosebumps popping, her heart racing. When her cell phone rang, she hissed. “Damn it! I hate to be interrupted. I’ll just be a second.”

“Of course.”

She couldn’t help but notice that he was studying her. “Yes?” She noticed the note had slipped out of the envelope, the amount of the ridiculous offer, the dark block print staring her in the face. She fumbled to shove it back inside nonchalantly.

“Miss Amber, it’s Jorge. I noticed on the way out that the fence down by the river was knocked down.”

“Fuck! On purpose?” Great. Bart had struck again.

“From what I could tell, yes. Some of the boards were cut, ripped out of the dirt. I’ve done a temporary patch, but we’ll need to secure it in a more permanent manner tomorrow. I’ll grab some of the crew and we’ll get it taken care of. I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks, Jorge. Did you get a crew in place?” She turned away from Camden, her hand brushing across the counter, and lowered her voice. At this point, she didn’t want him to learn what was going on.

“I did. I have four men who will be out tonight. I’ll change them every night, so we can have fresh eyes. Don’t worry. We’ll keep an eye out.”

“I appreciate it. Have a good night.” She ended the call and held the phone to her head. The rush of anger, adrenaline and fear was almost too much to bear. The man was pushing every button, trying to break her. “Damn you, motherfucker. Damn you!” Tossing her phone, she gasped when she heard the clinking sound. “Shit.”

“What happened?” Camden moved toward her.

She was shaking as she picked up the phone. Eyeing the cracked screen, she took several deep breaths then noticed he’d picked up the envelope. “Nothing for you to worry about. I’m fine.” Trying to smile, she attempted to take it out of his hand.

He refused.

“You’re furious.” He eyed the envelope, fingering the open flap. “Does it have anything to do with this?”

“I know I’m furious and that’s just something from the bank,” she mumbled and managed to take away the damning, ridiculous note. Dear God, heat was rising on her face. A fence too? Would the man stop at nothing? “I need to calm down. Everyone tells me that.” She gulped half the drink and realized her hand was shaking. This was getting ridiculous. “I’m sorry. Just a few difficulties with the ranch.” When she turned to face him, she tried to smile.

“I can help if you’ll let me.”

“I don’t need anyone’s help!” Cringing, she wanted to reel in the nasty words.

Camden exhaled. “Okay. Have it your way.”

She shook her head, sliding the envelope under other pieces of mail. “Besides, no need to trash the evening. I promised you dinner. Come on.” In her mind, all she could think about was finding a way to destroy Bart Randolph. And there was no doubt she would.

Camden was trying to keep his cool, mostly given he’d crossed several lines in one afternoon. What in the hell had he been thinking? There was a special quality about Amber and he’d known from the second he met her she was faking the bravado, the caustic controlling mannerisms, but moving full steam into domination? Maybe he should follow his instincts for once. She was amazing.

She was also fighting her own demon, a horrific monster hell bent on taking everything she’d worked for. His curiosity was piqued. Hell, he wanted to know everything about the lovely lady, the one with dazzling copper hair and intense eyes, a voluptuous body and a kiss that allowed his beast to surface. Great. Now, his cock was throbbing.

Whatever was going on was driving Amber to the brink, whether financial disaster or worse, Camden couldn’t be certain. What he did realize is that she was on edge, faking so much of her life. She was hiding something given the phone call but more importantly, whatever was hiding in the envelope that she hadn’t wanted him to see. He doubted she was going to let him in on the burning secret. Why should she? She had no idea who he was or the influential friends he had.

He’d also seen the expression on her face when he noticed the roses. Either she didn’t like the sender very much or they were about something else entirely. The woman had serious trust issues.

The various innuendoes and suggestions about him taking over as the lead had his mind reeling, but tonight, he wanted nothing more than to enjoy spending time with her. His entire body was electrified, current running through his cells and muscles.

They sat on opposite ends of the couch after dinner. Amber had her legs under her, fingering her glass of wine. She was reflective, even remaining nervous. “How did you know?”

“About?”

“My need for discipline?”

“I don’t know really. I just knew,” he said casually. He’d been watching her expressions, her body language all night and she was a born submissive, longing for more than just a once in a while disciplinarian. She wanted a firm hand on a regular basis. The last thing he needed to do was get involved with anyone, especially when he was living a lie, but he was unable to resist her. “I gathered a sense of what you’re craving from the first moment we talked.”

Laughing, she pressed the back of her hand across her mouth then shifted, sliding her legs closer to him. “I guess the way I talked to you, chastising you for even considering working with us did the trick.”

“More of what you didn’t say.”

She gave a faraway look, mist in her eyes. “My father depended on me to keep this ranch going and I’ve tried. I’ve really tried. Jorge has been so amazing, a Godsend really.”

“Is Jorge sick?”

Her entire body language changed, becoming rigid. “He told you?”

“Only in suggesting that I might be a good leader.”

“That’s Jorge. He doesn’t think I know how advanced the disease is. Pancreatic cancer. It’s spread. His wife told me about two months ago. I keep hoping he’ll say something to me, but the man works so hard, every day. He refuses to take a day off. When he has, there’s been some excuse, but I know he’s really going to the hospital. He’s a proud man, much like my father.”

Camden exhaled. “How long does he have?”

“A few months I think. I don’t know what I’ll do when he’s gone. I can’t think about it with everything else going on.”

“What is going on, Amber? Is someone threatening you?” When her eyes flashed, he knew he was homing in on the issue. He’d noticed the gun cabinet and one of the guns was missing. No good would come out of her taking matters into her own hands.

“Just the usual folks who think they can buy me out. I’m dealing with it.” She took a sip, her hand shaking.

“Ask.” He knew he was pushing the boundaries, for both of them, but tonight and at this moment, they needed to share comfort, togetherness.

“Ask what?”

“For what you need.” He kept his eyes pinned on her, waiting, refusing to back down. For this to work, she had to make the request. The rest was up to him.

She took another sip and looked straight ahead. “You don’t know me.”

“I know more than you understand.” He’d taken ten minutes to Google her before coming over. The ranch had been around for over three generations and they’d lost a significant amount of their herd during the past few years, as did so many of the other ranchers. If he had to guess, Rattlesnake Ranch was in dire straits.

Breathing in and out, she fumbled with her wine glass. “I’m not who you think I am.”

“Then who are you?” She seemed to be questioning whether she could trust him. “Who are you, Amber? You already entrusted me with one secret today.”

“I could be out of my mind telling you.” Her laugh was nervous.

“What do you have to lose? I’m no one. Just a stranger working for you.”

“Good point,” she whispered then shored her shoulders. “A woman who craves darkness.”

“Darkness. You mean a man to control you, demand you follow his rules.” His cock was throbbing.

She gave him a wistful look. “Ridiculous. I’m a strong woman. That’s what I’m known for.”

“With deep, internal and very dark desires. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Camden was tingling all over. Suddenly more alive than he had been in years, he wanted to push away her steel casing, drawing the woman from inside.

“I don’t know what I’m saying. How can anyone love me or even begin to accept me?”

“Love is difficult. Love is also blind. The men you’ve been with before didn’t understand your needs like I do, and you have to learn to accept yourself first before anyone else will.” Taking a chance, he eased his glass down on the table and took hers from her hand, easing it down. Sliding closer, he kept his distance as well as his voice firm. “Ask me.”

She laughed and shook her head then laughed again. “For what I want?”

“For what you need, what you require.”

“I need…” Gulping air, she visible shivered, wringing her hands over and over again as if searching for the answer, yet already knowing the outcome. “I need a hard spanking.”

“Then ask.” He inched even closer. “Ask.”

Turning her head slowly, she opened her eyes wide, a telling expression, a moment of raw conviction settling in. “Please spank me. Give me some relief. Peace that I rarely know.”

Camden nodded. Peace. They both craved the very concept. “Then take my hand.”

She reached out, hesitating then grasped his fingers. “Are you sure?”

“I’m very certain. Are you? Can you trust me?” Her touch was enigmatic, and he was further drawn to her power.

“Yes. Yes, sir I can.”

“I’m glad.” He helped Amber to her feet and took both hands into his. “I won’t harm you, but the spankings will hurt as they very well should. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir and that’s exactly what I want. I know in my heart I can trust you. I don’t know why, but I can.” Amber laughed, the sound sultry and scattered. “It’s like we’ve known each other for years. It’s like I’ve wanted you for as long. I know that sound insane.”

Camden shook his head, the action slow and methodical. The words were chilling and so similar to ones Sarah had said years before. “Then we begin.”

Her single nod was one of acceptance, compliance. And eagerness.

“Remove your dress.” He took a step back, allowing their fingers to disengage and walked toward the dining room table. After studying the remaining dishes, he pushed everything toward one end. The clang and clamor as glasses and dishes clinked floated into the air, creating a series of intense tremors. Wrapping his hand around the crested edge of the hardback chair, he yanked. He could hear her strangled breath sounds, could feel her growing anticipation through every pore in his heated skin.

When he turned around, his mouth watered. The coloration of her skin, the way the light filtered over her copper colored hair, even her quivering lower lip was an incredible aphrodisiac. She was beautiful in an unassuming manner, her voluptuous breasts and thin waist as close to perfection as he’d seen. Instead of her haughty stance, she held one of chastisement. “Come here.”

Amber did as she was told, walking with careful steps in his direction. She still wore her panties, a slender slip of vibrant purple material, her cunt covered in lace.

“Hands by your sides.” He moved to within a few inches, savoring the quiet moment shared. His cravings were as dark as the ones she suggested or believed hers to be, but tonight was about something else entirely. Her submission, a calculated surrender was more important than his pleasure or his unfurling needs. Using both hands, he hovered them over her shoulders, not touching yet tracing her bones, every curve.

Her eyes wandered up and down, sparkling with her own significant level of lust, but there was more. Reverence, even respect for his comprehension of the woman buried inside.

He continued exploring, his skin tingling as she drew his fingers closer until the static electricity was palpable. When he lowered his hands to just away from her hips, he leaned down his head, whispering. “You’re going to learn to obey me.”

“Mmm… Yes, sir.” Her body began to sway, just slightly, just enough that a strand of hair fell into her eyes.

Camden dragged his fingertips across her stomach and back, sliding them under her panties, lowering them past her hips. After they dropped to the floor, he lifted her chin. “Spankings are meant to be handled naked. Never forget.”

She could only smile and clench her fists as she stepped out of her thong. Her nipples were hard, the stiff buds standing at full attention.

How he longed to suck them, to roll the tender flesh in his mouth. Not yet. He eased down on the chair, patting his lap.

Draping herself over his knees, she palmed the floor and opened her legs, as if knowing her place, as if anticipating his request.

He bit back a moan as his cock throbbed, pushing hard against his jeans. The anguish was brutal. “Forty with my hand.” As he brought his hand to his face, flexing open his fingers, he envisioned what could happen, what he wanted to have. If only they could both let go.

“Yes, sir.”

Smack! Crack!

The stinging in his hand was immediate, sweeping current down his entire spine, jetting into every muscle.

She shivered, one leg kicking out.

Pop! Slap!

A single moan pushed past her lips.

Crack! Whack! Slap! Pop!

He peppered her ass cheeks, one after the other, the rhythm almost too practiced.

Jerking up, she yelped as the slaps became harder. “Oh!”

Smack! Slap!

“Maintain position or I’ll tie you to the table.”

“Yes, sir,” Amber muttered.

Whack! Crack!

Dear God, his entire body was shaking, the adrenaline rush potent.

Pop! Slap!

“Oh, God!” Her moan was ragged, whispered.

Smack! Pop!

Concentrating on his breathing, he fell into a zone, one he hadn’t embraced in years. This moment, this woman and the experience was cathartic, freeing the man inside.

Slap! Crack!

When the forty were over, he wasted no time, placing her on the edge of the table and pushing her down. Leaning over, he planted his hands on either side of her head, bending his arms at the elbows and hovering just over her. “Mine for the taking.”

Amber licked her lips, the action provocative as she nodded.

All he had to do was tip his head.

“Yes, sir. Yours.”

“Better,” he growled before capturing her mouth, opening and closing his lips as he teased and tasted. He darted his tongue just inside then eased back into a standing position. “Arms over your head, legs spread wide.” He didn’t need to watch her or worry about her obedience. As he tugged the chair closer to the table, sitting down, he began to hum, a jazzy tune he enjoyed listening to. He pressed the palms of his hands against her inner thighs, pushing them out. “Beautiful and the perfect dessert.” He blew a single breath across her cunt, waiting for her reaction.

Jerking up, she arched her back and opened her legs even wider.

“Are you inviting me to the table?” He couldn’t resist.

“Yes, sir, for the feast.”

Chuckling, he continued humming as he rubbed his hands up and down her legs from her thighs to her knees, pressing kisses along her heated skin. The scent of her excitement was raw, full of need, but he was a patient man, preferring to savor his dessert before devouring. Dragging his tongue across the inside of her knee, he wanted nothing more than to please her.

Whimpering, Amber moved her head from side to side.

He licked down to the inside of her thigh then blew a swath of hot air across her pussy. All the while his fingers caressed, kneading her tender skin. He licked and kissed up the inside of her other thigh, extending her leg and kissing as far up as his position would allow. Every move was sensual, allowing him to take his time.

“God…” She clenched her hands together, her mouth pursed, her eyelids fluttering.

Damn, how he enjoyed watching her, but his hunger was rocketing off the charts, creating beads of sweat along his hairline. After licking down until his mouth was only inches from her sweet cunt, he growled savagely before pressing his lips on her pussy lips.

“Shit!” Her body began to shake.

He darted out his tongue, lapping drops of her cream. The taste was exquisite. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he pressed her legs open as wide as possible, allowing him complete access. He refused to miss a drop. After sliding his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, he concentrated on making her clit swollen, ripe with need.

She was panting, her body bucking. “Oh… oh, oh.”

Grunting, he buried his face into her cunt, wiggling back and forth until his face was slickened, his mouth filled with her juice. He crawled his fingers up her thighs until he was able to drive several into her pussy, moving alongside his tongue. In and out he thrust, moving harder and faster as she jerked up from the table.

“Mmm…!” Amber was struggling to keep her arms in position and her skin glistened from perspiration as well as excitement.

Camden wanted her to experience utter bliss, falling into her own surreal state. And so, he continued licking and sucking, driving his flexed fingers deep inside. He kept his eyes glued to her, taking in every nuance, the way her body writhed, her face contorted. His cock ached like a son of a bitch, but he refused to stop. He pumped and licked, alternating as she flailed, her hands knocking off silverware and napkins, tossing them to the floor.

“I’m going to… I can’t…” Amber’s words trailed off.

“Not yet, my sweet. You need to wait.” After a few additional seconds, he wrapped his arms around her legs, jerking her down until her ass was off the table. He shoved his face into her pussy as he ran his fingers up and down the crack of her ass several times, finally wigging them between her reddened cheeks. He knew she couldn’t hold back much longer. The moment he thrust two fingers into her asshole, she slapped one hand down on the table.

“God!”

“Come for me. Come!”

She panted several times then flung her arms by her sides and jerked up, her head back, her mouth open wide. “Oooohhh!”

As the climax crested, her body shaking, he licked up every drop, grunting like an animal. When she relaxed, laying listlessly, her head lolling, he pushed back the chair with a hard shove and stood, leaving her legs dangling. “We aren’t finished with your punishment.”

Breathless, she nodded and gave him a slight smile.

Camden slowly unfastened his belt, his mind reeling with possibilities. He was having difficulty breathing as he pulled the leather strap through the loops.

She was watching, unmoving, her eyes glassy.

He folded the belt and snapped the end then moved closer. She was the kind of woman who required a severe spanking. Of that he had no doubt. “Lift your legs. Keep them together.”

As if knowing what kind of spanking she was going to receive, she lifted them straight, placing her hands under her knees.

After placing his hand on the back of her thighs, he brushed the belt against her skin until she shuddered. “Twenty.”

“Yes, sir.”

Crack!

“Oh!”

The single snap of his wrist brought another round of sweat. The mark was instant, creating a welt, a mark.

His mark.

He inhaled and pulled back his arm.

Pop! Slap!

The smack hit her exactly where he desired.

Smack! Crack!

“Fuck!” Whimpering she rolled her body from side to side.

“None of that,” he whispered, the tone harsh.

Pop! Slap!

Amber blew out, her fingers digging into her skin.

Smack! Crack!

With every hard strike, he was driven into another state of mind, the electricity bouncing off his heart. “Two more.” He could no longer recognize his voice.

Pop! Smack!

Shaking, Camden dropped the belt and brushed both hands through his hair.

She bent her knees and gulped for air as she reached out for him, her fingers dancing as she attempted to touch.

Intertwining their fingers together, he moved closer, rubbing the back of his fingers across her shimmering cheek. “You did very well.”

“Thank you, sir.” She bit her lower lip and freed her hand, dipping the tips of her fingers past his waistband. “I just…”

“What? Say it?”

“I never let go, not with anyone.” Amber’s words were little more than a whisper.

They were also very sad, as if she’d never known a true lover, one who could also be her Master. “I want to share everything with you. Will you let me?”

She gave him a half smile, her eyes narrowing. “Everything. I like the sound of that. And yes.”

He undressed and stood over her, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “I’m going to fuck you but only after you show me what you crave.” He knew the sound of his words were commanding, could tell she was drawn into her own need to satisfy his every desire. He took several steps away and pumped his dick, moving his hand up and down, creating painful friction.

“Mmm… That should be my mouth.”

“It should?” Twisting his hand, he shuddered as the pressure continued to build. He took another few steps away, growling as the sensations became intense.

“Oh, yes.” Easing off the table, she dropped to her knees, crawling forward, purring as she inched closer.

He remained where he was as she slipped between his legs, hunkering over as her hands caressed his feet, one then the other. He opened his legs wider and wiped his mouth, savoring her sweet flavor.

Amber pressed kisses along his leg, moving up ever so slowly, her eyes never leaving his.

Every muscle tensed, anticipation of her hot, wet mouth driving him to an anxious state. “Mmm… I love the feel of your hands.”

“Not my lips?” she whispered and moved up further, nipping at the tender flesh on the inside of his thighs. Her hands continued to knead, caressing, her fingers swirling as they touched.

“Your lips are the best part. Now, suck me.”

A deep chuckle escaped her mouth as she crawled further in between his legs. She darted out her tongue, licking around his swollen sac.

Closing his eyes, he moaned and tipped back his head. He placed one hand on her cheek, fingering her skin. He was going to explode if she didn’t suck him soon.

She rolled his testicles between her fingers as she breathed across the base of his cock. Taking a ball into her mouth, she moved her tongue back and forth as she squeezed with her hand, issuing enough pressure his legs began to shake.

“Shit…”

As if encouraged, she licked up the underside of his shaft, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.

His balls ached, so swollen, the pressure was intense.

She dragged her tongue across his sensitive slit then took the tip of his cock into her mouth, using her strong jaw muscles to suck.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

Purring, she took him down an inch at a time, her tongue twirling, her mouth sucking. She continued to fondle his testicles, rolling them through her fingers.

This was as close to heaven as a man should ever get. Dropping his head, he planted both hands on top of her head, pushing down. As she sucked harder, moving up and down in a methodical manner, he was forced onto the balls of his feet. “Jesus. So hot.”

She took his dick in another inch, then another until she gagged, but only once. Panting around the thick invasion, she clamped down again and pushed his shaft all the way inside, the tip hitting the back of her throat.

Shaking, he held her in place for several seconds then began to pump into her mouth. “Drop your arms.” The sound was guttural, the tone demanding.

Obeying instantly, she kept her hands at her sides, her eyes pinned on him as he face-fucked her, thrusting harder and faster.

“Yes. Damn hot.”

She remained in position as he struggled to keep going, his leg muscles tensing.

“I want you to… suck me dry,” he panted, his body undulating, but he wanted more. He would have all of her. When he knew he could come at any second, he pulled out completely, almost stumbling backward. “We aren’t finished.”

The look on her face was carnal, her eyes unfocused. “Yes, sir.”

Sliding his hands under her arms, he yanked her to a standing position then walked them toward the chair. In one move, he sat down with a hard thud and yanked her on top, impaling her pussy.

“Fuck!” She gripped the back of the chair, her breath skipping. “So big.”

“So tight,” he murmured and gripped her hips, pulling her up until the tip was just inside. His eyes twinkling, he yanked her down, the sound of her bruised ass hitting his legs driving him to the point of a climax. Holding back, he eased one hand to her breast, cupping and squeezing. “Ride me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She rocked forward, holding the stance until he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Ooohhh…”

“Obey me,” he whispered and cupped her other breast, caressing and kneading as he continued to twist her nipple.

She used her thigh muscles as she moved forward and backward, her slickened pussy sliding across his skin.

He gritted his teeth as the sensations became even more electrified, the current coursing through his entire body.

Arching her back, she allowed her hair to dangle as she continued riding him, picking up speed until the force was creating creaks in the wooden chair.

Growling, he bent his head, engulfing her nipple, sucking and licking, dragging his tongue around her hardened bud. He was shaking all over, his calves tight, his balls screaming for relief.

When he bit down, she let out a strangled moan.

Sliding his mouth to her other breast, he sucked and nipped. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long. Gathering every bit of strength, he rose to his feet, cradling her ass and walking toward the living room. Easing her down near the back of the couch, he cupped her face, kissing her lips. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

“I know, sir.”

He spun her around to face the back of the couch and pushed her over, kicking out her legs.

Amber gripped the edge of the couch and twisted in order to see him.

Fisting her hair, he yanked back her head the second he thrust his cock inside her cunt. “Yes!” He began to move in and out, pumping harder and faster, willing his body to hold back, to wait.

She tried to meet every hard drive, arching her back. “Yes. Yes!”

Camden clenched his eyes shut as he thrust savagely, skin against skin, his balls swinging. There was little he could do, the pressure building. Building. “Come with me.”

“I…”

“Come with me,” he struggled to say.

She clawed the leather, her body tensing. “Yes. I… Oh!”

As her pussy muscles clamped around his cock, he threw his head back and roared, exploding deep inside. “Yes!” Quivering, her body sagged, her chest heaving.

He covered her shaking body with his, waiting as they calmed their breathing, slowed his beating heart.

And all he could think about was the moment he would be forced to say goodbye.

When she was fast asleep, only then did he ease out of her bed, kissing her forehead and moving quietly out of her room. The night had been amazing, but his heart remained heavy. He was here to do a job. Whatever was going on at the Rattlesnake Ranch, he had a terrible feeling she was going to lose everything.

After dressing, he grabbed his boots and headed toward the front door, stopping just outside the kitchen. Easing the boots down without a sound, he walked into the quaint space and looked over his shoulder before turning on the light over the sink. He found the envelope easily enough. There was an address embossed on the outside. He walked to the sink, holding the envelope into the light.

Randolph Corporation

Diamond D Ranch

Interesting. The note was simple, merely an amount. One hundred thousand dollars. For what? For the ranch? The motherfucker had to be kidding. His thoughts drifted back to the questions regarding oil. Whether he liked it or not, he had the distinct feeling he was going to end up contacting Mitchell. She might not like the fact he was meddling, but his instinct was telling him that Mr. Randolph was playing hard ball. He slipped the note back into place and turned off the light.

Exhaling, he glanced at the stairs before grabbing his boots. As he stood on the porch, studying the stars, he heard a noise. Then another. As his eyes became focused to the darkness, he could swear he noticed a slight flash of orange. A flickering flame.

A cigarette being lit.

He knew damn good and well the sound as well as the flame wasn’t coming from the crew’s quarters. Whoever was smoking remained close. The mystery guest was watching the house. He waited in the shadows until he heard the sound of an engine and if he had to guess, the vehicle was an older model truck. Like a Bronco. The moment he heard the tires crunching on the gravel, he raced to his truck, climbing inside.

Yes, it was definitely time for him to find out what the hell was going on.

“Come to me, motherfucker.”