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Hey there, and Happy New Year.
To celebrate the success the 2014
COWBOYS AFTER DARK SERIES
I’m starting the year off with
BOOK SEVEN
THE HEIRESS AND THE COWBOY CONTRACTOR
Release scheduled for the weekend of 01/08/2015
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In this excerpt, Nickie, our heiress, decides to see if the hunky cowboy is true to his word.
He watched her rise and walk slowly to the ladies room; he understood completely. She needed some space to clear her head and gather her thoughts, and whatever she decided it was fine by him. At some point it would happen; it wasn’t a matter of if, but when, and they both knew it.
The waitress returned and handed him the small leather folder listing the sweet things on offer, and he was just about to order when he saw her walking back. She had an odd look on her face, and instinctively he handed the menu back to the waitress.
“I don’t think we’ll be havin’ dessert after all,” he said. “Just put the check on my tab and add twenty percent.”
“Thanks, Beau,” she smiled. “It’s always good to see you.”
Nicole settled into her chair as the waitress left, and taking a deep breath she picked up her napkin and starting fiddling with it.
“I haven’t ordered anythin’,” he said.
“That’s okay,” she murmured. “Beau?”
“Yes, Nickie?”
“I do want dessert,” she breathed, “but not that kind. I want the other kind.”
“You mean, the kind I deliver while you’re over my knee?”
She stared at him, then slowly nodded her head.
“I don’t even know why. I mean, I feel strange even thinking about it.”
“You’ll soon find out why,” he grinned.
Rising from the table he took her hand, and wrapping his fingers firmly around hers he led out of the dining room and down the long hallway to the elevator; as they waited for it to arrive she leaned against him.
“This is so weird,” she whispered.
“It’s not, but I know you feel that way,” he replied dropping her hand and putting his arm around her shoulder.
The elevator arrived, and walking inside he pulled her against his chest, hugged her tightly, and didn’t let her go until it dinged their arrival on her floor. He kept an arm around her as they headed down the passageway, but when they reached the door she fumbled nervously with the card key.
“Let me,” he said softly.
Taking it from her hand he slid it into the metal box; the light turned green and she let out a long sigh.
“Maybe I’m not…um…can I change my mind?” she whispered as they entered and the door fell shut behind them.
“Of course you can,” he said.
“Thanks for a lovely dinner and, uh, everything,” she muttered.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled. “I’ll pick you up around ten. Be sure to have a light breakfast.”
He turned, heading to the door, and was almost there when she rushed forward and grabbed his arm.
“Beau, please, before you leave, please will you kiss me?”
He stared down at her and saw the crease of need crossing her face; lifting his hand he clutched a fistful of hair, gently pulled her head back, and dropped his lips to hers.
Her demanding passion brimmed over as he kissed her, and as his mouth devoured hers and his cock stirred, his heart began pumping fervently against his chest. The kiss refused to die; his lips lingered, his tongue pushed between her teeth, and her muffled moans floated like a lullaby in the air, until finally breaking apart he grabbed her and held her tightly against him, relishing the feel of her breasts against his chest.
“Damn,” he whispered, inhaling the spicy sweet scent of her hair.
“Fuck, Beau, that was-”
His hand landed on her bottom so fast and with such a sting she was momentarily paralyzed. The thin cotton of her dress had offered no protection, and she stood motionless, living the startling reality, then with a consciousness of forethought she gripped the back of his jacket and readied herself.
“Fuck!” she repeated.
The second smack was harder, and landed directly on top of the first.
“Fuck!”
Moving his hand to her opposite cheek he dispatched a volley of three quick, sharp spanks.
“OW, OWWW.”
Yanking her head back he studied her face; her eyes were blazing and her face was bright red.
“Okay, Nickie, now you’re goin’ over my knee.”
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