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I dragged my fingers through my hair to straighten the mess. I was sure I looked exactly like a woman who’d just had a roll in the hay. “Do you do that with every woman who shows up at the ranch?”

I cursed myself for sounding so breathless.

His eyes narrowed. “No way. Not at all.”

Except he looked guilty, like he definitelydiddo this with every woman who showed up.

Okay, well, I had no regrets. I wasn’t going to slut-shame myself for indulging in the sexiest cowboy alive. I didn’t want to be a notch on his belt, but I had just come so hard, I was still seeing stars. My body had definitely deserved some attention, and this bull rider certainly knew his stuff. Holy shit, did he. Marina had said go for it, and I sure as hell had.

But he didn’t fit the picture I planned for my future. The devoted husband. Did the guy who gave me babies talk dirty and finger fuck me up against the side of the barn? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, was it? Iwasa good girl and imagined a wild romp in bed. Maybe the lights would stay on. Maybe a few unusual positions for it to be fun and different. But this?

Wow.

This just proved that Boyd was obviously after one thing: another conquest. We’d barely talked, and he had my jeans and panties around my thighs. And while I enjoyed—okay, I way more than enjoyed—that sexy interlude, I couldn’t take this further. Who was I kidding? He probably wouldn’t want to either.

I wasn’t judging him or his sexual proclivities, but I was the type who preferred sex in a committed relationship. To me, it was about deepening intimacy, exchanging love. A fun time in the barn wasn’t any of those things. After my mother not even knowing who my dad was, I wasn’t keen on one-night stands. I wanted what I’d never had growing up. A family. So yeah, if I stayed, I’d get addicted to those fingers and tongue. If he got his dick out, I’d probably be ruined forever.

I needed to get the hell out of here before this thing got any more out of hand.

Boyd leaned against the side of the barn and adjusted the bulge in his jeans. The huge bulge that ran down the inside of his thigh. Holy shit, allthatwas his dick?

I wanted to see it. All those inches. Touch it, feel the heat of it, the hardness. I doubted my fingers would get around it. My satisfied pussy clenched at the thought of that thing fitting in me.

No!

I was never going to find out how it would stretch me open, make me feel so full.

And a thing of that size stuck inside his well-worn jeans? A pang of guilt ran through me at leaving him blue-balled, but hey. I wasn’t the one to initiate this thing.

“So, Doc. You ready to take me up on that tour of the area?” He gave me that cocky, crooked smile. The one that got women out of their panties. Including me. “There are so many beautiful places to see in Cooper Valley.”

I bent down to pick up my keys, which must’ve fallen from my pocket during our romp. “Thank you, Boyd.” I glanced up at him, realized his dick was right at my eye level and stood up abruptly. “I, ah, appreciate the offer, but like I said before, I don’t have much time off. In fact, I need to get back to work right now.” I started backing toward the open barn door. “Because this was just hospital business, you know.”

He followed me, staying in the circle of my personal space, making me so damn susceptible to his charm. “Business,” he murmured mockingly. “Uh huh.”

“Yes. I came to check on—”

“I know.” He waved away my focus from his abdomen—the area of his wound. “But now you know I’m fine. And I know you’re pretty magnificent, yourself. Tasty, too.”

Oh, that sexy cowboy swagger. That dirty mouth.

Yeah, I’d do him again. And that made me everything he said. I was a bad girl. No good girl would think of doing what we’d just done.

Eek.

And that was why I needed to run the hell away from Wolf Ranch as fast as I could.

Boyd Wolf was temptation simmering in a gorgeous cowboy package. And I needed to remove myself from his influence before I tugged down his jeans and had my way withhim.

I stumbled through the open barn door and then turned, walking swiftly toward my car.

“You sure, Doctor Ames?” he called from behind me. “I’ll be around for a few more days, at least.”

I stopped and turned, my professional instincts returning. “You can’t return to work until you’ve had a complete physical. I explicitly told your bosses that.”

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, which irritated the hell out of me. This guy waswaytoo alpha male. And everyone knew, they made the very worst patients of all.

“Looks like you were the one who got the physical,” he countered.