Page 41 of Top Secret Cowboy


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Jace had been sitting on a pink faux leather sofa for two hours with an erection of pure, throbbing steel. It didn’t get better when Bronte leaped to her feet and bounced up and down in a victory dance that made her perfect breasts jiggle.

He didn’t know how much longer he could be a saint. All his good intentions flew out the window the minute Bronte kicked his ass in not one level ofDark Opsbut two.

What he’d come to think of the perfect woman wasn’t wearing aStar WarsT-shirt, but one with her company logo. And her nerdy glasses were exchanged for a red streak of hair that kept tumbling into her eyes. He’d been so distracted by her swiping it away in her moments of deep concentration on the game that he’d actually lost all his player lives and she had to give him one of hers to save him.

If he wasn’t her bodyguard, he’d be sweeping her off her feet right now and carrying her to bed.

She tossed her phone down on the sofa and fist-pumped the air.

He couldn’t help but grin at her—and his own success in distracting her from the fear that wouldn’t leave her eyes after he told her about the threatening letter.

Seeing his smile, she batted her hair out of her eyes and started gathering up the empty water bottles they’d accumulated while gaming. He got up to help her. Together they walked to the kitchen and dropped everything into the recycling bin.

With nothing left to do, they faced each other. A weighty silence filled the air. All he had to do was take her in his arms and he knew she’d go on tiptoe to kiss him again. But he had to lay down some boundaries.

“Well, it’s late. You’d better get some rest,” he said.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow? If I’m not allowed my phone or to go into the office…”

“We’ll discuss it tomorrow. After you’ve had a full night of sleep.”

She looked at her feet in the slippers he was actually starting to think were cute, even though they smacked the floor when she walked. He got the feeling she put them on just for that reason. She liked getting under his skin as much as he’d enjoy getting inside her.

He cut off all thoughts that might make him think of sinking his cock into her pussy and making her scream his name long into the night.

“I’ll just…go to bed. Goodnight, Jace.”

“’Night, Bronte.”

He walked her back into the living room, and she continued to the hallway. When she reached her bedroom door, she paused and looked back at him, her eyes pools of desire and her hair loose and disheveled after she got so involved in the game.

Each moment that ticked by, the pressure inside him built until it reached volcanic proportions. He cut his hand through his hair, but the only thing that would alleviate the pressure would be to lock himself in the bathroom for a quick and dirty jackoff session.

She stood frozen for another long second before opening her door. He waited to hear the click of it closing before he dropped his head back and closed his eyes in a silent prayer for control—anything to keep him from throwing open her door and jumping into the sack with her.

“Jace?” The soft, feminine voice shredded through him.

He opened his eyes and dropped his gaze to Bronte standing outside her door, now wearing only the T-shirt.

A growl burned on his lips.

“Do you need something?” He tried to pry his jaw open but the words were forced out through his clamped teeth.

“I was just going to say that Hemingway might want to sleep with you tonight. If you want him in your bed…”

Christ, he wanted someone in his bed, and she didn’t walk on four legs and have a stupid smashed face.

Bronte dragged in a deep breath that caused the T-shirt to ride higher up her thighs. “If you want him in your bed, just keep your door cracked.”

Before he could stop himself, he was striding down the hall. Bronte’s lips parted.

He reached for her. She hooked her arms around his neck and turned her face up to his.

He slammed his mouth over hers, slanting across it, tongue plunging, drinking from her. He lifted her, and she locked her ankles around his back.

She tore at his hair as he carried her to the bed. They fell to the mattress, bodies entwined. With a rough sound, he delved a hand under that T-shirt that shouldn’t be at all sexy, skimming up her smooth outer thigh, over the slim strap of her panties.

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