retreating and thrusting again until his gorgeous, naked skin gleamed with perspiration and he froze.
Barely able to breathe, Charli stared up at his face.
Connor's jaw tightened to stone and he threw back his head as he thrust once more, then held still, his member pulsing inside Charli.
When at last he looked back down at her, a smile spread across his lips. "You're amazing."
"You're not so bad yourself." As the intensity of her orgasm eased, she reached up to cup his cheek. "Why in hell did we wait to do this?"
He rolled with her to his side, maintaining the intimate connection, pulling her into the curve of his muscled arm. "I'm a one-woman kind of guy. I wanted to be sure you were a one-man kind of girl." Connor kissed her and smoothed his hands through her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Eventually, the cowboy fell into a deep sleep.
Charli lay for a long time in his arms, knowing this was exactly where she wanted to be, but not knowing if she was what Connor needed. Their dates had occurred at the same time she was seeing her mystery cowboy. A niggle of discomfort, maybe even guilt, nagged at her subconscious. She had to end it once and for all with Original Sin. The sooner the better. But how could she break it off with him when she didn't even have his phone number?
And should she tell Connor about her previous love life? His statement of “a one-man kinda gal” hinted he’d be shocked as hell at her actions. Don’t spoil this night .
Warm and satiated from the most mind-blowing sex she'd had in her entire life, Charli stayed awake through most of the night, not knowing what to do next.
THE END
(Like that? How about one more round and we'll call it?)
About the Author
Twenty years of livin' and lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill into her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she's not busy writing, she spends time with her family, boating, skiing and riding four-wheelers. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of more than 20 years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.
To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com
Other Titles by Myla Jackson
Latest Releases
Dirty Tricks: One Up On You
Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game
Dirty Tricks: Three's A Charm
Dirty Tricks: Four Play
Dirty Tricks: Five-Second Seduction
Dirty Tricks: Six Degrees of Desperation
Sex Ed
Boots and Chaps
Honor Bound
Duty Bound
River Bound
Body Snatchers
Naked Prey
Fit to Be Tied
Excerpt from Dirty Tricks Book #6
SIX DEGREES OF DESPERATION
by Myla Jackson
Light streamed in through the gap in the wooden blinds, the beam falling across the rumpled sheets, warming Charli Sutton's skin. She stretched, her eyes blinking open to the brightness of the room. A glance at the clock confirmed it was near noon. She'd never slept better.
Charli yawned, pushed her hair out of her face and ran her hand down her neck to her naked breasts, where it froze. Eyes widening, a flood of memories flushed over her, heating her body, sending fiery signals of lust straight to her pussy.
"Connor," she whispered, her eyes darting to the pillow beside her. Instead of the studly cowboy, Connor Mason, a crisp white piece of paper lay in the gentle indention where his head had lain. On top of the paper lay a deep red rose from Charli's own garden.
Her insides on fire, Charli sat up straight, disappointment her first reaction, knowing the note meant he'd gone. And she'd had such a rush of needs overwhelming her, she'd hoped he'd be there to satisfy them or at least take the edge off before she faced the
Barely able to breathe, Charli stared up at his face.
Connor's jaw tightened to stone and he threw back his head as he thrust once more, then held still, his member pulsing inside Charli.
When at last he looked back down at her, a smile spread across his lips. "You're amazing."
"You're not so bad yourself." As the intensity of her orgasm eased, she reached up to cup his cheek. "Why in hell did we wait to do this?"
He rolled with her to his side, maintaining the intimate connection, pulling her into the curve of his muscled arm. "I'm a one-woman kind of guy. I wanted to be sure you were a one-man kind of girl." Connor kissed her and smoothed his hands through her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Eventually, the cowboy fell into a deep sleep.
Charli lay for a long time in his arms, knowing this was exactly where she wanted to be, but not knowing if she was what Connor needed. Their dates had occurred at the same time she was seeing her mystery cowboy. A niggle of discomfort, maybe even guilt, nagged at her subconscious. She had to end it once and for all with Original Sin. The sooner the better. But how could she break it off with him when she didn't even have his phone number?
And should she tell Connor about her previous love life? His statement of “a one-man kinda gal” hinted he’d be shocked as hell at her actions. Don’t spoil this night .
Warm and satiated from the most mind-blowing sex she'd had in her entire life, Charli stayed awake through most of the night, not knowing what to do next.
THE END
(Like that? How about one more round and we'll call it?)
About the Author
Twenty years of livin' and lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill into her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she's not busy writing, she spends time with her family, boating, skiing and riding four-wheelers. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of more than 20 years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.
To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com
Other Titles by Myla Jackson
Latest Releases
Dirty Tricks: One Up On You
Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game
Dirty Tricks: Three's A Charm
Dirty Tricks: Four Play
Dirty Tricks: Five-Second Seduction
Dirty Tricks: Six Degrees of Desperation
Sex Ed
Boots and Chaps
Honor Bound
Duty Bound
River Bound
Body Snatchers
Naked Prey
Fit to Be Tied
Excerpt from Dirty Tricks Book #6
SIX DEGREES OF DESPERATION
by Myla Jackson
Light streamed in through the gap in the wooden blinds, the beam falling across the rumpled sheets, warming Charli Sutton's skin. She stretched, her eyes blinking open to the brightness of the room. A glance at the clock confirmed it was near noon. She'd never slept better.
Charli yawned, pushed her hair out of her face and ran her hand down her neck to her naked breasts, where it froze. Eyes widening, a flood of memories flushed over her, heating her body, sending fiery signals of lust straight to her pussy.
"Connor," she whispered, her eyes darting to the pillow beside her. Instead of the studly cowboy, Connor Mason, a crisp white piece of paper lay in the gentle indention where his head had lain. On top of the paper lay a deep red rose from Charli's own garden.
Her insides on fire, Charli sat up straight, disappointment her first reaction, knowing the note meant he'd gone. And she'd had such a rush of needs overwhelming her, she'd hoped he'd be there to satisfy them or at least take the edge off before she faced the
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