Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

the want to explore.
    Damn, but he wanted to explore them with her. He wanted to spread her naked over the desk she sat behind and manipulate her lithe body until she begged and screamed for him to fuck her.
    She cleared her throat. The sharp, feminine sound yanked him from his sexual bliss to the here and now.
    “Yes. No.” Brody raked a hand through his hair. He wasn’t sure of shit anymore, except that he wanted to feel this woman’s nails digging into his flesh as he buried his aching cock in her pussy. Said cock did a decided jerk when she lifted a brow, her lips curving in a hint of amusement that transformed her face from merely beautiful to downright wicked. He stifled a frustrated growl. “I’m sure I’ve given you everything I’ve managed to find so far.” He went digging everywhere he suspected his father would stash records of the ranch finances and discovered a few places he hadn’t known existed.
    “You’ve given me the current books as well as financial accounts and 1040s that date back to 2005.” Sabrina shuffled through a few pages on the top of the nearest stack. “Page one and two of the tax returns are here, but without the Schedule Cs, As, and depreciation reports I can’t tell how he came up with the figures reported or how many of them are correct.”
    Brody let his hand fall to his side and leveled a glare at her. “You lost me with all this A, B, C stuff, darlin’. I watched Sesame Street growing up, and Big Bird never said anything about reporting the alphabet on my taxes.”
    “Hardy har har, Brody.” Her sarcasm coupled with the tempting little frown that etched itself between her brows almost made him laugh.
    She had stayed on his mind yesterday and last night far more than he expected. He knew women, beautiful and hot and ready for the taking, and none of them penetrated his thoughts and stuck like a virus starting to spawn the way Sabrina had. It made it hard to concentrate on anything but fucking her. Couple that with the realization he came to around four o’clock this morning that her no-nonsense act hid a sex kitten dying to purr, and any chance of rational thought kept slipping from his grasp.
    “They’re tax forms.” She held up the top sheet of paper as an exhibit. “They give a breakdown of business deductions and income, itemized deductions, and so on. Those forms are used to calculate the numbers reported on these lines.” She pointed to an amount he couldn’t read from his distance across the office.
    “That makes only a grain of salt more sense than it did before.” Brody rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. “I’m a rancher, Sabrina. Tell me about the amount of feed we have in the barn and how many livestock we have chomping on it, and I’ll tell you whether it’ll last or not. You start talking to me about schedules and alphabets and itemized depreciations, and I’m dumb as a fence post.”
    Sabrina made a sound of part laugh and the other half a sigh. “Itemized deductions . Depreciation is entirely different.” When she leaned back in his father’s swivel chair and pursed her lips, he instantly envisioned them closing around the head of his cock as he buried his length in her luscious mouth. “And that’s why you hired me.”
    “Now you’re catching on.” And he would do good to remember that, too. He hired her to do exactly what she appeared to be focused on doing, making heads and tails out of the Holt’em Up Ranch finances and taxes. He didn’t bring her here to make her his sex slave, no matter how many truly appealing images the thought provoked.
    Her gaze dropped to the desk and danced over the stacks of papers he’d set there for her. “I suppose the forms I’m looking for could be buried in all this somewhere. I went for the most obvious first. I don’t see anything here prior to 2005, though. The IRS Voluntary Disclosure Initiative covers from 2003 to now.”
    Brody shook his head. “Mom died in 2005. She took