Perfect

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gone country

Perfect bianca d’arc

TEASE PUBLISHING www.teasepublishingllc.com

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Perfect Gone Country series A Tease Publishing Book/E book Copyright© 2008 Bianca D’Arc ISBN: 987-1-934678-86-2 Cover Artist: Stella Price Interior text design: Stacee Sierra All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Tease Publishing LLC www.teasepublishingllc.com PO BOX 234 Swansboro, North Carolina 28584-0234 Tease and the T logo is  Tease Publishing LLC. All rights reserved.

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To my family…for believing in me, even when I don’t.

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Chapter One Damn, that new cowboy was hot! Sinewy muscles gleamed in the summer sun as he worked. Cody Tyler was quite possibly the most perfect specimen of manhood Cassandra Drake had ever seen. And he was all hers. Well, he worked for her. Technically. Though in reality it was her foreman, Rich Billings, who’d hired him. Cassandra had always dreamed of living in the Wild West—or at least its modern equivalent. That dream had become reality when she sold her bakery business the year before. With the windfall, she moved out West and bought a big ranch, finding local people to run it for her while she fixed up the house. A career woman, she’d never married, concentrating instead on building her business from the ground up. She had a few regrets, but overall, she was happy with the way things turned out…except when she got a look at some of the young studs wandering around her property, taking care of the animals and lands. The new hand was a perfect example. Cody had chiseled features that put Cary Grant to shame. He was the epitome of the strong, silent type, doing his work each day in his calm way, while she watched from the kitchen window. Salivating. Especially when he took off his shirt. Which wasn’t often enough in her opinion. Today he was fixing some of the fencing in an effort to bring the old farm up to snuff. The foreman, Rich, and his wife, Emma, were more than employees. Cassandra was happy to let Rich not only run her ranch, but also a small horse training business from her extensive barns. Rich had brought Cody in, and together, the men were turning the old barns back into the showplace they once were. Which meant Cody and the other hands did their share of the cowboying and odd jobs as well. She knew Rich had cut Cody in for a share of the training business and respected his ability with horses. Cassandra didn’t know much about horses, but Cody sure looked good on one. He was an excellent rider, and watching him made her think of an altogether different kind of ride she’d like to give him. Even the thought made her blush, but damned if he didn’t star in her late-night fantasies, though they didn’t interact much during the day at all. Only once in a while did she see his slow smile close up, and it never failed to stop her heart for a beat in genuine feminine appreciation. Cassandra loved baking. She had a full-time cook now, of course, who served meals for the hands, but she’d had a professional kitchen installed in the big house for her own use. When she’d sold her business, it was part of the deal that she’d stay on as an advisor and inventor of new products. That was the part of the business she loved best anyway, and she could do it in the privacy of her own home and still get paid. Plus, she had a built-in group of taste testers in the small community of people who lived on her ranch. The men loved sweets and never failed to give her an honest opinion of which of her creations they liked best.

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The oven timer buzzed, alerting her to the delicious possibilities awaiting her. She’d soon have a new batch of edibles to test on the hands, and no time like the present, when Cody Tyler, the bronze god, was out there gleaming in the sun. Her mouth watered and it had little to do with the delectable aroma coming from the oven. Cassandra took the new pastries out of the oven, let them cool a bit, then arranged them on a platter and headed outside. “Ma’am.” Cody shrugged into his shirt, much to Cassandra’s disappointment, as he approached. He stepped up and took one of the pastries with a nod, that slow smile making her heartbeat hitch. Rich and a few of the other men were already partaking of the pastries, standing in a loose semi-circle around her. They’d seen her with the platter and had come out of the woodwork. Most of them had confectioner’s sugar on their chins already as they gobbled down the pastries, and Cassandra couldn’t help but be amused by them. It amazed her how grown men could turn into little boys when tempted with a sweet treat. “So, what do you think?” she asked when Rich reached for a second pastry. “Fantastic, Cassandra, as always.” He bit off a large chunk and smiled. “Come on, you know by now, I need specifics.” She rolled her eyes as they all grinned. Cody stepped closer and took another pastry, though he didn’t eat it right away. Instead, he held her gaze as he licked his lips, and her blood seemed to catch fire. “I like the mixture of fruit. Apple and pear, right? With maybe a hint of citrus? Was it lemon?” His smile sent strange signals to the muscles in her womb, though his words were innocuous. “Lime, actually.” Was that her voice? She sounded hoarse all of a sudden. Cassandra cleared her throat, trying to project calm as the men looked at her strangely. Rich took the platter from her hands. “Come on, boys. We still have work to do.” The hands followed the platter back into the barn, right behind Rich. She barely noticed their departure as Cody stayed behind, watching her. He took a slow, sensuous bite out of the pastry in his hand, holding her gaze all the while. Cassandra’s mouth went dry. He even chewed and swallowed sexily. The man was far too potent and altogether hot. “The pastry is perfect, Miz Cassandra, as usual. Light, flaky and sweet. Tastes good with the filling, but there’s something missing, I think.” Her brows drew together at those words, bringing her attention back to her work. “Here, try it.” He held out the pastry to her, holding it as if he expected her to eat from his hand. She hesitated and he grinned. “I promise, I don’t have any communicable diseases. And besides, this is the only one left. You need to taste it to see what I mean.” Raising one brow skeptically, she leaned in and took a small bite of his pastry, jarred by the intimacy of the act. She’d never been this close to Cody, though she’d dreamed of being close to him many a night in her lonely bed. Flavor exploded on her tongue. She tasted the pastry, the sugar, the tart apple and pear with the hint of lime. It was good. But Cody was right. Something was missing. “Darn it, you’re right.” She looked up at him. “What do you think it is?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Strawberry? Just a touch, maybe. You’re the chef.” “Strawberry.” A grin spread over her face. “I’m going to try that. Thanks, Cody.”

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He nodded as the silence stretched. Tension rose between them as he seemed to study her in detail. “You have powdered sugar on your face,” he said. She licked her lips, brought up short when Cody moved even closer. “No, let me.” He bent, shocking her into immobility as his tongue brushed over her cheek near the corner of her lips. When she didn’t move, he grew bolder, running his tongue over the seam of her lips with heart-stopping slowness until she yielded, opening her mouth to him. Cody’s arms came around her, holding her close to his sun-kissed body. His shirt hung open and her hands played over his muscular chest, delighting in the feel of him, the sheer power of the man. He kissed like a dream. In fact, she’d dreamed of his kisses—and more—for weeks. Ever since she’d first seen him. He was so ruggedly handsome, with those mysterious, dark eyes. She’d been attracted to him from the outset, but he’d never come this close. She’d believed he wasn’t interested, but apparently, she’d been wrong. Only the honk of a truck horn in the distance made them finally break apart. Cody raised his head, looking down at her with heat in his gaze. That fire stunned her and made her abdomen clench in want. She was attracted to this man like no man she’d ever met before. “You taste even better than your pastries, Cassie. I’ve been wondering about that for a while now.” Nobody shortened her name like that. She usually didn’t like it, but from Cody, it felt like a verbal caress. She felt her cheeks heat with a blush as he smiled that slow, devastating smile and moved back. His hands covered hers on his chest, rubbing lightly before he stepped away. “That’ll be Jones with the new stock. I have to go.” “Okay.” Forming coherent sentences was beyond her at the moment. “Can we talk about this later? Say, after dinner, on your back porch?” Surprised, she nodded. “I’d like that.” Cody tipped his hat, flashing her another of his drop-dead-sexy grins, and headed for the pickup and trailer just pulling up beside the barn. Some of the other men emerged from the dark barn, and Cassandra fled into the house, wondering what had just happened. Had the other men seen Cody kissing the daylights out of her in the middle of the front yard? Or had they been working until the trailer pulled up? Cassandra suddenly felt like a teenager again, caught necking with her high school boyfriend. But Cody wasn’t her boyfriend. Heck, she didn’t know what their relationship was…but she wanted to find out. She’d had an inkling he was watching her from time to time since he’d started working at the ranch, but this was the first time he’d made a move on her. A little thrill tingled through her. She’d been right. He had been attracted to her—it wasn’t just wishful thinking on her part. But could he be as attracted to her as she was to him? Well, perhaps she’d find out later tonight. Cassandra hugged the residual tingles from his kiss to herself as she went back to her kitchen. She hadn’t been kissed like that in…well…in far too long. All of a sudden the day looked even brighter than before, and she was looking forward to the evening.

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Chapter Two They sat on the back porch, away from the prying eyes in the bunkhouse and foreman’s house. Cassandra had to hand it to Cody for planning so well. She’d spent the afternoon trying a new tweak on the recipe for the pastries, hoping to impress him with the results as dessert. And then after that, if things went well, she’d get her own dessert…Cody. It was all she could think about, all she could focus on—the heated promise in his kiss and the yearning in her deprived body. She met him on the back porch with a smile and a plate of pastries in one hand. “Try this.” She handed him the plate and waited expectantly while he sampled the new recipe. Damn, those sharp white teeth and sexy lips had an even worse effect on her in the dusky twilight. The man was just too handsome for his own good—or hers. “It was great before, but now it’s perfect.” He sat beside her on the porch swing, moving close as her temperature rose. He was so close. Would he kiss her now? Or would he do a whole lot more? She tingled in anticipation. “Thanks to you, I wouldn’t have thought about adding strawberries. I tend to think of them as a rather boring fruit.” “For shame. Strawberries can be very exciting, Cassie. Especially when I think of them against your lips. I’d like to see you suck on a big, ripe berry. And then I’d like to see you do the same…to me.” He leaned in as her breath caught. She could just picture the scenario he talked about. She felt her insides flutter as he put the plate aside and moved even closer. There was only a breath between their lips now. “Tell me if you don’t want this, Cassie. Tell me now. Yes or no?” His eyes searched hers, the expression on his face hard, yet caring. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted to feel his strong male body against her and not just dream about it for a change, but it had been so long, she felt a little awkward. She placed her palms against the soft fabric of his shirt, against the hard wall of his chest. “I’m…” Damn, this was really hard to admit. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing, but…” “Hell, Cassie, I know you’re not easy. Every man on this place respects you and can’t say a word against you. I don’t aim to change that, but I can’t stay away. I want you too much.” Well if that didn’t set a woman’s panties on fire, she didn’t know what would. Having a gorgeous hunk of manhood—one who could have just about any woman he wanted—say he wanted you, well, that was just too delicious. Add that to the compliment and she was sold. Far too cheaply, she was sure, but she didn’t care anymore. She wanted him too. She placed her lips against his, whispering, “Yes.” His arms came around her, pulling her close as he groaned and deepened the kiss. He kissed like a dream, proving her earlier response hadn’t just been a fluke as she’d

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half feared. No, Cody was the real deal. He sent her senses spinning with little more than a hard embrace and a sensuous sweep of his tongue. He reached between them, hooking his fingers into the hem of her t-shirt, pulling upward as his warm palm followed its progress up and over her breast. Her lacy bra was no match for his questing fingers as he eased it out of his way to cup her breast, rubbing lightly. He took things further, faster, than any man she’d ever been with before, but she didn’t mind in the least. The sooner she could feel his skin against hers, the better. The night air wafted over her skin, raising goose bumps as he pulled back. His eyes were beyond smiling now, filled with smoky desire. “Shall we move this inside?” His deep voice sounded rough, thrilling her. Mutely, she nodded as he stood, taking her with him as he headed for the back door. It stood open, only the screen blocking their path, but he pulled it aside and ushered her into the kitchen, kicking the back door shut behind them. He snagged one of her wrists in a big hand and spun her around, backing her up against the closed door. There was a countertop to his right and the mudroom off to his left, but it looked like they weren’t going to make it any farther than the back door from the way his eyes glittered down at her in the semi-darkness. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Cassie. I can’t wait anymore.” His lips descended as his hands went to her waist. Dumbfounded by the new, urgent desire in his kiss, she didn’t even register that he was undressing her until she felt the cold wood of the door against her bare bottom. He let her up for air, only to bend his talented lips to her breasts, pushing the t-shirt and bra off over her head in a tangled mess he threw across the kitchen. He didn’t even look to see where it landed, opting instead to suck one engorged nipple into his mouth. Cassie nearly came right then and there. Cody knew how to use that savage mouth of his. First in the best kisses she’d ever experienced, and now in the most fabulous sensations she’d ever experienced. He was thorough about it too, laving each nipple with teasing, arousing strokes of his tongue while his hands roamed lower, lifting and separating her legs while he moved between. The worn denim on his thighs was rough against her, but she welcomed the contrast in texture with a kind of wild abandon she’d never before experienced. Cody brought out something untamed in her soul that no man had ever inspired, and she liked it. Perhaps too much. She heard the rasp of his zipper faintly, unable to focus on much beside the pleasure he was giving her. But her eyes shocked wide in amazement as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his narrow, bare waist. The next thing she knew, his cock was nudging against her opening, its wide head seeking entrance, rubbing deliciously over her wet flesh. Cassandra had just enough presence of mind to stop him. “Condom. We need a condom, Cody.” Her voice was breathy with excitement, but he heard her. He stiffened and withdrew, allowing her feet to drop to the ground. “Shit!” He reached downward for the jeans that rode low on his hips and snagged his wallet out of one back pocket. He flipped through impatiently while she moved into the kitchen, coming up with a foil wrapper as his gorgeous eyes lit with triumph. Cody kicked off his boots and jeans as he walked over to her. Cassandra’s back was to the large center island where she did most of her cooking as she watched him. He was beautifully built, with a long, thick cock that made her mouth water.

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“I’m sorry, Cass. I came prepared, but you blew me away. In fact, you’re still blowing me away.” He chuckled wryly, just once as he drew near, taking her by one shoulder and holding the foil packet between them. “How about you put this on me and we’ll take up where we left off?” The expression on his face was pure sin, his eyes flashing with approval as she ripped open the packet and dropped to her knees before him. She took her time, examining him and reaching out with a flicking tongue to tease, just once, before sheathing him. She wanted to explore more, but it would have to wait. She was too keyed up. She needed him now. Rising, she faced him with an expectant grin. She didn’t have to wait long. Cody lifted her up and positioned her on the edge of the kitchen island. It was just the right height, and she knew she’d never look at this kitchen the same way after this. Still, she needed him now and she wasn’t about to object. “Do it, Cody. Please!” He pushed in with little preamble, but it was just what she needed. Cassandra cried out as he joined with her, not in pain, but in a wash of pleasure so great, she thought she’d never come down. Then he started to move. Not only did she not come down, but he pushed her higher still. Cody’s lovemaking was rough and wild—like the man himself—and unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. He started with deep thrusts. His gaze locked on hers as if he read the secrets of the universe in her eyes. Cody began to move faster, varying his thrusts with short digs of motion that caught her off guard and made her breath hitch. He was truly a master, and he played her body like a virtuoso. “Come with me, Cassie,” he pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. “Come with me now. I can’t wait any longer.” His rough voice in her ear pushed her over the edge again—this time into oblivion. She wasn’t sure, but she might have actually passed out for a few seconds as the most intense orgasm of her life swept her under and spit her back out…right into Cody’s arms. He held her tight, his muscles rigid with strain as he pulsed deep within her body. It felt like they were joined in more than just the obvious way. It felt almost spiritual. Cassandra didn’t dare speak, lest she break the spell. Not only that, but she was drained physically and emotionally from the highest high she’d ever been given. Cody pulled back and separated their bodies after long minutes, holding her gaze as he pulled out, making the act all that much more intimate. He kissed her forehead as if in thanks and moved away to clean up. A few moments later, he lifted her in his strong arms and without instruction found her bedroom upstairs. It overlooked the front yard and the big paddock where the horses ran free. He lay her down on the bed and pulled back the covers, sweeping her underneath. When he got into the big bed beside her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want this magic night to end just yet. She wanted him to stay. Cody pulled her into his arms from behind, spooning with her in a way that made her heart clench. If only she could have this every night. If only this moment out of time could last forever.

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Chapter Three She woke in the night to the most amazing sensations. Someone was trailing kisses down her collar bone and nibbling on her body, and this time it wasn’t just a dream. Her eyes opened to find Cody’s dark head below hers, his lips roving over her skin as if staking a claim. “Glad you’re awake.” His voice was a rough velvet purr in the darkness. “I’m glad you’re here.” The words escaped before she thought better of them. She held her breath as he rose over her, his eyes holding hers in the semi-darkness. His gaze seemed to search her expression. “Me too.” His expression held secrets, but he didn’t seem put off by her candor. She started to breathe again when he resumed kissing her skin. He licked her hard nipples, bringing them to even finer points under his coaxing mouth. Cassandra’s breath sped up as her excitement grew, as did his. When she tried to touch him, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped as he bit down on her breast, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to get her attention. “My rules, baby. You move when I say you move. Lie back and enjoy.” He growled the words against her breasts as he latched on to her nipple once more and sucked with amazing pressure. She’d never had a man be this forceful with her before, but it aroused the hell out of her. Cody knew what he wanted and he took it. He didn’t ask permission. He was more decisive than any man she’d ever known and it was oddly exciting. “Cody.” She wasn’t too proud to beg. “I need you.” “I like that, Cassie.” He rose and snagged something off the nightstand. It turned out to be one of her scarves. He must’ve taken it off the hanger on the door where she’d placed it with the blouse it matched the day before. “Question is, do you like this?” He moved with steady, measured movements as he tied her wrists together above her head and then looped the end of the scarf through the headboard. His eyes questioned, but she was willing. The idea of being at his mercy was something new, and she wanted to find out what it would be like. Besides, she trusted him. They’d already made love once, and though he’d been rougher than the few men she’d known before, he hadn’t hurt her. She didn’t think he was the type of man to use his bigger size and superior strength against her, and the very thought of letting him do something so wicked—so kinky—made her salivate. “Is this all right? Tell me now, baby.” “It’s all right.” “Not too tight? I wouldn’t want you to bruise.” She moved her hands a bit to show him she was okay. “It’s fine. But, um...” She bit her lip in a moment of shyness. “I’ve never done this before.” “Do tell.” The grin that split his face was one of pure male satisfaction.

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She felt heat rise to her cheeks and knew she was blushing. She looked down, unable to meet those knowing eyes. “I’ve never been very adventurous sexually.” “Don’t worry. I’m adventurous enough for both of us.” He chuckled, then settled at her side, stretching out his long, nude body along hers as one hand trailed over her skin. “Seriously, Cassie, you need to tell me if I push too hard. I want it all with you, and I’ve been wanting it since the moment I first laid eyes on you.” “Really?” She looked up at him, needing to see the truth in his expression. He nodded, his eyes solemn and lit from within by passion. “Yes, ma’am. You turn me on like no other woman I’ve ever known. You're smart, you’re funny…” He punctuated each statement with a kiss to another part of her body. “You bake like a dream and have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” He reached down and guided her legs apart. “And now I know even more about you.” The sparkle in his eyes dared her to ask. “Like what?” “For starters, you have the softest skin I’ll ever touch.” He marked the words with a long caress that started at her shoulder and ended at her knee, hitting all the interesting points in between. “You make the sexiest little noises when you’re aroused, and you’ve got the tightest pussy it’s ever been my pleasure to know.” His daring words made her gasp and he grinned down at her. “Now just relax and let me show you how much I enjoy this perfect body of yours.” She wanted to protest that she was hardly perfect, but he seemed to believe his words, so who was she to argue? It was a fantasy come to life, having Cody in her bed, saying such wonderful things. Time enough to face reality—and all her flaws—tomorrow. Tonight was for loving. Well, for sex anyway. At least on his part. No doubt he hadn’t been fool enough to fall in love with her. Not the way she had fallen in like a ton of bricks for him almost at first sight. No, that sort of thing only happened to foolish spinsters who didn’t get out much. Cassandra felt a little pang when she thought about how this special night probably meant way more to her than it did to him, but it couldn’t be helped. She wanted this memory and she was hanging on with both hands to whatever time he’d give her. Luckily, he didn’t seem in any hurry to leave her bed. Cody taught her to respond to his lightest touch, teasing her nipples and other parts of her body she’d never thought of as erogenous zones. The back of her knee, the bend of her elbow, the nape of her neck, he touched her everywhere with devastating thoroughness. By the time he moved over her, she was more than ready for anything he had in mind. He grabbed a condom from his wallet, left conveniently on the bedside table, and sheathed himself before settling into the V of her thighs. Holding her gaze, he pushed in with slow deliberation, stroking in small pulses to make his possession easier and more complete. Seated deep within her at last, he watched the place where they joined as he began to move. He was sitting up on his haunches, her thighs draped around his hips as he stroked deep. One ingenious finger stroked her clit, coaxing a small climax from her body that took her by surprise. She cried out as the completion hit, never ending, but pushing her even higher. “That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Make me feel how much you want me.”

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His naughty words nudged her on. Cassandra began to squirm against him, rotating her hips as he pulsed in and out. The combination was heady, and lightning zipped up her spine as she reached another peak. “Cody!” she cried out as he increased his pace. “That’s it. Stay with me, baby. Come with me. Come with me now!” Between his words, his masterful cock, and the finger teasing her clit, she was a goner. She came again, harder than ever before as he surged into her one final time, tensing as he pulsed deep inside her. His muscles went rigid and his face was a study in masculine perfection, eyes closed in bliss as he came.

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Chapter Four The morning dawned bright and clear. Cody was gone when she woke, but she should have expected it. He was probably up and about at dawn seeing to the horses. It had been nice of him to let her sleep. She tried to comfort herself with that thought as she took a shower, got dressed, and started her day. Much to her disappointment, it became clear that Cody wasn’t on the property. When she asked casually, Rich told her he’d gone to town for a few hours to pick up some things from the feed store. By the time dinner rolled around, he still hadn’t returned, and Emma and Rich were due for a long-standing dinner at the big house. Cassandra cooked it herself, enjoying the comforting feel of her kitchen—and the new, raunchy memories a certain corner of her cooking island elicited. They shared the news of the day and talked about the ranch all through a lovely dinner. Rich and Emma were two of her favorite people, and she enjoyed their company. When dinner was done, she cleared the table and headed into the kitchen to get the dessert she’d made earlier in the day. Emma followed her into the kitchen with a stack of dirty dishes. “I wanted to talk to you for a minute, away from Rich.” “What’s on your mind, Em?” Cassandra faced the other woman, surprised by the serious tone of her voice. “Cassandra.” Emma’s brows drew into a troubled frown. “I don’t want to speak out of turn, but there’s something I think you need to know about Cody. Something I saw back in Tulsa. Back when Rich and I were on the rodeo circuit and we first met him. He was a newcomer and he only stuck around for a few shows, but there was a lot of talk about him. Well, you know how we all gossip.” She seemed flustered and Cassandra grew concerned. What could put such a worried look on Emma’s face? “What kind of talk? And why are you telling me now?” “I saw him going around to your back porch last night,” she admitted. “If he’s romancing you, you need to be careful.” “Careful? Careful in what way?” Emma wrung her hands, clearly agitated. “There are rumors about him, Cassandra. About how he treats women. The wives on the circuit were talking about a girl that traveled with him in Tulsa. I saw her once. She had a black eye and bruises all over her arms.” Cassandra’s heart plummeted. Sure, he’d been a little rougher in bed than she’d expected, but she didn’t think he had it in him to hurt a woman. Did he? “I just don’t want to see you hurt.” Emma touched her hand and gave her a meaningful look before leaving the kitchen.

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Cody returned to the ranch just as Rich and Emma took their leave. Cassandra saw his truck pull in near the bunkhouse as she waved goodbye to her foreman and his wife, with a troubled heart. Should she ask him about what Emma had told her? Or would he even come to her tonight? She wasn’t sure. He hadn’t said anything the night before about a repeat performance, so she just didn’t know what to think. Indecision and nerves got the best of her by the time there was a discrete knock on the back door. He’d come back. She rushed to open the door. He leaned down and kissed her before anything else, setting her senses reeling. “Hello, gorgeous.” She smiled at the blatant overstatement. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back tonight.” “How could I stay away?” Concern clouded his eyes. “Unless you want me to. Was I too rough last night, Cass? Do you want more? Or do you want me to go away and never darken your door again?” “Is that what you want?” she asked uncertainly. He moved forward, into the house, crowding her back against the kitchen island again. “What I want is more of you. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” His arms came around her waist and he lifted her onto the island so her butt rested on the edge. Cody stepped between her legs, the denim of both their jeans rubbing together intimately. “The question is, are you too sore? I wasn’t much of a gentleman last night.” His grin was devilish, but his words brought back Emma’s concerns and they wouldn’t leave her be. She had to ask. She owed Emma that much. “I’m okay, but Cody,” she paused, uncertain about just how to ask if he had a violent streak. Man, this was awkward. “What is it, Cassie?” He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles in the sweetest way. “It’s silly, really.” She tried to laugh. “It’s just something Emma said.” He backed off a little, suspicion entering his mysterious eyes. “What did Emma have to say?” “That there were rumors about you and a girl in Tulsa.” She said it fast, like ripping off a band-aid. It still didn’t hurt any less when the warm light in his eyes died, to be replaced by cold fury. She backpedaled. “I mean, I didn’t think you were the kind of guy to hurt a woman, but Emma saw the girl. She was afraid for me. She warned me to be careful.” “And because I like to dominate in bed, you automatically assume I could hit a woman? My God!” He left her sitting on the counter, spinning away toward the back door. “I don’t know!” All her uncertainty filled her voice. He stopped and faced her from across the entryway. “Could you?” He was silent for so long, she thought he wasn’t going to answer. “When you figure that out, you know where to find me.” He slammed the door on his way out, breaking her heart in the process. The next few days were hellish. Cody avoided her, and she put all her energy into a new recipe, working out her frustrations on a new kind of dough she was developing. She watched him stomp around the corral from the kitchen window on the side of the house, unable to stop herself from studying him.

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She’d slept fitfully the night he’d stormed out, waking with the realization that if he’d been prone to beat up women, he would’ve taken a swing at her when she impugned his honor. He’d certainly gotten angry enough. Instead, he’d stomped out with cutting, cold words. She didn’t think he had a violent streak, but he definitely had a temper. Well, so did she. All she’d done was ask a simple question. He could’ve answered her calmly or given her some reassurances about what that bruised girl was doing with him in Tulsa. Then again, smooth assurances might have made her even more suspicious. How could a man answer allegations like the ones she’d thrown at him? The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was a no win situation for him. More than likely, the girl in Tulsa had been some stray he picked up and took care of, like the injured animals he nursed back to health in the empty stalls of the big barn. His compassion for anything injured was the topic of a lot of kidding around the ranch, but he didn’t stop taking in any little thing that was hurt. He’d probably done the same for the girl, and had his reputation suffer for it. After about the third day of their stand-off, Cassandra’s temper had cooled and remorse set in. She shouldn’t have doubted Cody. He was a good man. She knew that and trusted him to treat her well. Maybe he wasn’t the gentlest lover she’d ever had, but he was certainly the best. Anything he’d done to her that night they’d spent together had resulted in the greatest pleasure she’d ever known and she hadn’t suffered any injuries. In fact, he’d been very careful to be sure she wouldn’t bruise from the scarf he tied around her wrists. He’d also asked more than once about her comfort. Those weren’t the acts of an abuser. She’d panicked and accused him falsely, but what to do about it now? He was avoiding her like the plague. When she went outside with trays of treats for testing, he was conspicuous by his absence. More than once, Rich’s eyebrows had risen when Cody went off in the other direction when she came outside. She had to talk to him. She had to apologize. But getting him alone would be difficult, so she devised a plan to ambush him.

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Chapter Five Cassandra rose with the dawn, showering and dressing with care as she watched out her bedroom window to see where the hands were. It was perfect. The hands—all except for Cody—were needed to mend a broken fence down in the South pasture. Rich had told her about the work plans the day before. It was a perfect opportunity. Cody was in the barn, all by himself, and would be for two hours or more. Cassandra made her move when the hands piled into the pickup and drove out of sight. It was just her and Cody now, with Emma in her own house, unlikely to venture into the barn. For all intents and purposes, they were alone. She wore a tank top with thin little spaghetti straps and her tightest pair of jeans. Lightweight slip-on flats completed the ensemble and made her steps as silent as possible on the packed earth. Cassandra walked into the barn, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light within before seeking her target. She found him near the rear of the structure, by the large doors that led to a practice ring and the paddock in front of the house. He had brushes in his hand as he exited a stall, but paused when he saw her, latching the stall door and leaning up against the rail. His eyes smoldered, following her progress towards him. She felt singed wherever they touched. Gathering her nerve, she walked right up to him, stopping just in front of his casually leaning form. He wasn’t quite as calm as he pretended. She noticed the whiteknuckled grip he had on the curry comb and knew he wasn’t unaffected by her presence. “I’m sorry.” She waited, but he only looked at her, so she tried again. This was too important to let go because he decided to play stubborn. “I’m sorry I doubted you, Cody. I’ve had a chance to think about it, and I realize you’re not that kind of man.” Silence dragged as he straightened from his leaning position. “Is that all?” he finally asked. “Well, yes.” She shrugged one shoulder and stepped forward, crowding his personal space daringly. “That and I really want you to make love to me again.” She felt his muscles tremble under her hand as she placed one palm over his shoulder. “If you want to, I mean.” “Want to?” He smiled and it felt like the sun had come out after days of rain. “Cassie, you are the hottest woman I’ve ever been with. I’d have to be dead not to want you.” He surprised her by stepping away. “But more than your body, I want your trust. It’s important to me.” He shrugged in a way that made him seem vulnerable, though it was gone the next moment. “I trust you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

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He dropped the equipment in his hands to the bench along one wall and looked up at her. “No, I guess you wouldn’t.” He straightened, his eyes never leaving hers. “All right then. Strip.” “Here?” His harsh command shocked her…and excited her. “Right here, right now. Show me that pretty pussy right now, baby.” He reached around to his back pocket and dragged out a sleek leather billfold, pulling a foil-wrapped condom from inside. “I’ve got protection. You’ve got what I want. Show it to me and I’ll give you what you want, but start with the tank top. I want to see your tits too.” The harsh language only seemed to heighten her arousal. It was shocking to get so hot and bothered over a few simple, crude words, but there it was. Cassie looked around the barn, weighing her options. She hadn’t quite intended to make love to him in a dusty barn, but then, she’d take him anywhere she could get him. She was a desperate woman. Daring greatly, she reached for the hem of her tank top while Cody took a seat on the bench along the wall. She pulled it up and over her breasts, making the journey as slow and sensual as possible. She wanted to tease him a little. When the shirt cleared her eyes, she saw her ploy was working. Cody stared at her breasts with hunger, and just that look stoked her fire hotter. “Good girl.” His voice was a rusty purr that skated up and down her spine. “Now the jeans.” Her hand went to the button on her jeans, then the zipper, drawing out the rasp as it slid down and open. She turned as he spun his finger, indicating he wanted to see her ass, and wiggled the denim down over her hips, taking her panties with them. She stepped out of her shoes only long enough to get her jeans and panties off, bending over to give him a good view of her ass and what lay between her legs as she did so. “Come here.” The order was urgent, filled with need. That need was echoed in her own body as she felt wetness gather between her thighs. She walked over and paused before him, unsure what he wanted next. But she’d do anything. She was too far gone to deny him whatever he wanted. “Spread your legs and show me what you got.” She sucked in a breath at the harsh command, but widened her stance. “Use your fingers, baby. Spread those lips wide.” Her crotch was level with his gaze, and he sure was getting an eyeful as she did the most lewd thing she’d ever dared, but with him, it felt right. It felt delicious, in fact. Shocking her, he leaned forward, his tongue dancing along her clit in a feather light caress. She squealed and he chuckled in a dark way. “Turn around, baby, and bend over.” Damn, that sexy voice of his could cause a riot. It sent shivers all through her body, never mind her spine. Her womb clenched as she turned, uncertain of just what position he wanted her in. She bent at the waist, watching him over her shoulder. He slapped her ass, making her jump. “That’s for not moving fast enough. Just remember I owe you a spanking for not trusting me sooner.” “A spanking?” He had to be joking, but he didn’t look like it was a joke. In fact, he looked downright dangerous, those mysterious eyes darkening as he watched her. “You want it now?” He grabbed her waist and pulled her backwards, turning her over his lap in the process until her bare bottom was facing him. “I’m happy to oblige, baby.” A hard slap on her other butt cheek startled a squeak out of her. It stung, but it

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didn’t really hurt. Then the sting turned to tingles of pleasure that zeroed in on her clit, making it throb. She could hardly believe the sensations. “Cody?” “Yes, Cassie. I’m going to swat your luscious ass for doubting me, then do you like you’ve never been done before. Sound good?” He spanked her, moving his slaps around her cheeks, going lower toward the place where her thighs joined. Her pussy wept with excitement, starving for his touch. He repositioned her and finally gave her one wet smack along her slit, sending her right into orbit. The orgasm hit her fast and hard, making her whole body shake with reaction. Her world spun as Cody lifted her up to straddle his thighs, facing him. He held her close while her body quieted, stroking her hair with one big hand, the other arm wrapping around her waist, his hand rubbing her back. She drew comfort from the care in his every move. After a few minutes, she pulled back, confusion clouding her features. “Why did that feel good?” Cody chuckled. “First time you’ve been spanked, eh?” She nodded, searching his gaze. He seemed to understand so much more about this than she. “I’m honored.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “You probably don’t realize it, but you’re submissive, Cassie. At least sexually. I saw it right away. You might’ve been a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but when it comes to men, you want us to be the strong ones. You would never be happy with a man who let you lead him around by the dick, which is probably why you’ve never gotten hitched.” It was a lot to take in. She wasn’t sure she bought the submissive part, but he was definitely right about wanting a man who knew what he wanted. She didn’t want a doormat or a modern man. Metrosexuals weren’t her thing. She liked men to be men of honor with firm ideals and strong personalities. She’d just never met that kind of man who was single and interested in her. Until now. But then, Cody hadn’t said a thing about how long he wanted this relationship to last. He seemed to want more than one night, but after that? She honestly didn’t know. A week? A month? A year? A lifetime? She’d give him anything he wanted, if he’d just keep being the upstanding man he was and making her come so hard her teeth rattled. “So you won’t let me lead you around by the, um, dick?” Daring greatly, she cupped the hard bulge in his pants and squeezed. He shifted his hips and grinned. “I didn’t say that. There’s a time and a place for that kind of thing. Not too often, but I don’t have to be in charge all the time. Just most of the time.” He chuckled. “But right now, I want inside that sweet pussy. Are you ready for more?” “Yes, sir.” She winked at him, feeling saucy, and he grinned back. Things were definitely easier between them now and she felt relief fill her heart. “Scoot back now.” She helped him as he shifted her backward to balance on his knees. “Open my jeans and put this on.” He put the condom packet between her teeth with a roguish grin as she set to work on his fly.

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It took only moments to release his magnificent cock. She couldn’t resist touching him, wrapping her hand around his girth and stroking up and down a few times. He groaned and stilled her hand. “The condom, love. I want to be inside you when we come.” The little endearment thrilled her, though he probably thought nothing of it. Still, she clutched the word to her heart. Wasting no time, she sheathed his cock and moved forward on his lap. “Lift up and put me inside, Cassie. Take me home.” He leaned back against the wall and let her steer. He was a big man, but she was very wet and ready for him. Moving with great care, she rose on her toes and positioned his cock at her opening, pushing down little by little until he was lodged deep inside. He lifted her hands to the wall hung with tack. She grabbed on to the halters stored there on their strong hooks and started to move over him. The position put her breasts in line with his mouth. All he had to do was bend a little to suck on her nipples as she set the pace. It was an amazing feeling. Then he slapped her ass. “Faster!” The order made her clench on him as her passion rose higher. She’d only thought she was in charge of this session. In reality, the cowboy was taming the filly to his lead. Cassandra almost laughed as he smacked her ass again, urging her on. Admitting it to herself, if not to him, she was more than willing to be tamed…by him, and only him. After that, she did as he directed, speeding up or slowing down according to his whims. Her arms were sore when he lifted her off his lap and placed her on her feet. She was so close! Why was he moving them around now? But her questions were answered a moment later when he bent her over, letting her rest her tired arms on the bench while he slid into her from behind. He went deep this time—deeper than ever before—and touched that magic spot deep inside that set her nerves to jangling with every hard thrust. He was wild now, his thrusts hard and fast as he pushed her into an orgasm so jarring, her knees gave out. Cody caught her, caring for her in every way as he sat heavily on the bench, tucking her into his embrace. “Sugar, you’re going to be the death of me.” He chuckled as he kissed her temple, both of them breathing hard in the aftermath. “Is this heaven?” she joked. “No, but it’s the closest we’ll get here on Earth. Thank you, Cassie, for taking me there.” He kissed her again as their pulses began to return to normal. “Damn, girl, you ambushed me when I’ve got a boatload of work to do. Have you no shame? Coming on to a cowboy in the middle of a barn where anyone could walk in?” He waggled his eyebrows, making her laugh. “All the horses were watching us. I bet we gave them ideas.” She felt good with Cody. Safe, secure, and cared for in a way she hadn’t felt in many years. “Are you saying I’m a bad influence?” He nibbled on her neck. “No, but you’re a very naughty girl, aren’t you? I might have to spank you again…tonight. What do you say?” She pretended to consider. “I think I might be up for that.”

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He set her away to look into her eyes. “But dinner first. I want you to meet someone.” Surprised, she raised one eyebrow in question, but he ignored it. “Be ready at six. I’m taking you out.” “Are you sure? I could fix something here.” “I’m sure.” He helped her off his lap and rested his hands on her hips, just looking at her. “Damn, woman, you’re a knockout! But you better get dressed before those horny hands get back.” He let her go and took care of the condom before stuffing himself back into his jeans. He zipped up and helped her sort out her clothes, solicitous in a way that made her feel special. When she was dressed, he pulled her close for a quick kiss, then set her away. “Six o’clock. Wear a skirt.” Bemused by his take-charge attitude, she left the barn, turning back to see him watching her ass as she walked out the door. She left him grinning as she skipped back to her house. The man just made her happy. It was as simple as that.

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Chapter Six She was ready at six o’clock, curious as a cat about who he was taking her to meet. She hadn’t realized he had friends in the area, though she had to admit, she didn’t know all that much about him. All she knew for certain was that he’d appeared on the rodeo circuit for a short time and that’s where he’d met Rich and Emma. Rich had liked him and his ability with horses enough to make him a partner in his training business, but other than that, what did she really know about Cody Tyler? His truck was shiny in the twilight as he pulled around and picked her up. She suspected he’d washed it for their date, which was a nice touch. He insisted on opening the passenger door for her, whistling low when her legs were exposed as she hoisted herself into the cab of the pickup. “You look good enough to eat, little girl.” The low voiced words rumbled through her as he leaned across to secure her seatbelt, rubbing his chest over hers. When he pulled away, her nipples were hard little points pushing out the fabric of her bra and shirt. He glanced down, smiling when he saw the reaction and licking his lips. The promise in his eyes made her blood heat. “Yeah, I’m gonna nibble on your tits tonight, but first, we’re going to have dinner like civilized people.” He closed the door and loped around to the driver’s side, climbing in with little fuss. He drove like he did everything else, with calm assurance and skill. They talked about the ranch and his plans for particular horses as they headed for town. The ranch wasn’t too far outside of town, but he took a circuitous route that led them to an upscale residential neighborhood on the outskirts of town. Her curiosity piqued when he pulled into one of the driveways. “You wanted to know about Tulsa.” His eyes darkened and she braced herself for what he might say. It couldn’t be anything good, judging by his expression. “This is the reason I joined the rodeo circuit in Tulsa. The woman who lives here is my sister, Megan. She’s coming with us to dinner tonight so you can meet her, but I’d rather not talk about her bastard ex-husband in front of her, so I’m telling you now. Billy Jones was a rodeo rider who charmed my little sister into marriage. I guess he thought she’d be his meal ticket, and she did finance his entry fees for almost a year as he rode the circuit. But he was an abusive son of a bitch and he had a warped sort of control over Megan. When I finally got suspicious about why I didn’t see her in person anymore and could barely seem to catch her by phone, I caught up with the rodeo circuit to see if my fears were correct.” He ran an agitated hand through his hair, his expression grim. “Oh, God, Cody. I’m so sorry.” She reached out to him, feeling the tension in his grip when he grasped her hand. “Billy beat the crap out of her for the most minor things. The minute I saw her, I took her away from the squalid trailer he made her live in and hid her while she recovered. That’s when Emma probably saw her with me. I know a few of the women were gossiping about her, but we couldn’t leave—not until we got evidence against Billy

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solid enough to get him out of Megan’s life for good.” He began rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “The whole reason I agreed to work with Rich was so I had a legitimate reason to live near Megan. She doesn’t want me coddling her, but she’s my baby sister. I want to be nearby if she needs me, and working at the ranch was a way to justify my continued presence in the area. She’s used to me being a little eccentric, and I truly like the workand your cookingso it’s all good.” “So you’re saying working with Rich is just a sort of…cover for you?” She had to chuckle at her own words. It sounded like something out of a bad spy novel to her, but he wasn’t laughing. In fact, he looked very serious. “Yeah, at first, but I really do enjoy working with horses. I’ve always been able to coax them to do what I want and train them for others. I like the challenge and the satisfaction when things go right. And then there was you.” His eyes zeroed in on her. “Me?” Her mouth went dry. “From the moment I first saw you, I was intrigued. What was a city gal like you doing owning such a big spread? I liked the way you hired experts and let them do what they did best. You have a natural management style that really works. You inspire your people and they love you for the pastries, but even more for yourself.” “Management style?” “Hmm.” He gave her a rueful grin. “Not a cowboy thing to say?” She shook her head. “I’m afraid not. It’s more like what we city slickers would say.” “Would you be disappointed to learn that I’m a little more of a city boy than I seem?” His mysterious eyes twinkled at her in the darkening night. “Now you’ve got me even more curious—but not disappointed. I don’t think you could ever disappoint me, Cody.” She held her breath after making such a bald admission, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He only smiled in that devilish way that melted her bones. “That’s good, Cassie, because although I was born on a ranch, I’ve never worked for anyone as a cowboy until now. My last name isn’t Tyler. Tyler’s my middle name. My last name is Billings. As in Billings Industries International.” “You’re C.T. Billings?” “Damn, I guess it was too much to hope that you’d never heard of my company.” “Give me a little credit. I did own a business for more than a few years. And I have an M.B.A. Heck, we studied your corporate structure in one of my classes!” Shock held her still, though he continued to stroke her hand. “I’ve been having sex with C.T. Billings?” Hysteria rose fast and hard. “Making love.” Cody unlatched her seatbelt and pulled her across the bench seat into his arms. “We’ve been making love, Cassie. It isn’t just sex when we’re together. At least not for me.” Her heart skipped a beat. The look in his eyes was so open now, so yearning. She could deny him nothing. “Not for me, either. Oh, Cody!” He kissed her, urging her body as close as possible though the steering wheel got in the way. She was lost in the magic of his kiss, unable to focus on anything other than his words of…almost love. He hadn’t come out and actually declared himself, but it was enough for now. Too many shocks were making her lightheaded. Tapping on the driver’s side window finally broke them apart. Cassie looked up to see a laughing blonde woman watching them.

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“Away, brat!” Cody called with a good-natured tone. “We’ll be in in a minute.” The blonde laughed and went back to the porch, but stood watching them with an impish grin. “That little hellion is my sister, Megan.” Cody groused about the interruption, but got out of the truck, urging Cassie out the driver’s side with him. He lifted her down, letting her body drag along his as he set her on her feet, stealing her breath. No fair, when she had to meet a member of his family. Megan proved to be a sweet, sensitive sort of woman, who seemed genuinely happy to see her brother involved with Cassandra. They took one of the luxury cars in her big garage to a very upscale restaurant and had a lovely dinner. Megan proved to be knowledgeable about Cassandra’s business and wanted in on the taste testing when Cassandra invited her out to the ranch. All too soon, dinner was over and they dropped Megan and the posh car back at her place, taking Cody’s truck back to the ranch. He held her hand as they drove along in the dark night. “It was good to see her smile so much tonight. Thanks for putting her at ease, Cassie. She usually isn’t so open with new people, but I knew you’d hit it off.” “She’s a very nice person, Cody. I’m just glad she liked me.” “Everybody loves you, Cass. Including me.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, holding her gaze for a timeless breath. There it was. He’d just said he loved her, albeit in a roundabout way. Cassandra was saved a response when he pulled up in front of her house, shutting off the ignition. He escorted her out of the truck and up the steps to her front porch before pulling her into his arms. The full moon lit his face as he looked down into her eyes. “I love you, Cassandra.” “I…I love you too, Cody.” He smiled. “I figured that out when you came into the barn and seduced me.” He brushed back a strand of hair from her face. “When you gave me your trust, I knew I also had your heart.” “Am I that transparent?” “Only to me, babe, and I love it. As much as I love you.” He kissed her with slow deliberateness, breaking away only to drop to one knee, holding her hand as he looked up at her, the moonlight gilding his handsome face. “Will you marry me?” Cassandra’s pulse leapt and her mouth went dry as nerves shook her. This was totally unexpected. She’d been thinking in terms of an affair, or at best, dating for some period of time, but Cody wanted forever. Happily, she’d give it to him. Whatever he wanted, was his already. She’d love no other man the way she loved him. “Yes.” Happy tears leaked down her face as he stood and swept her into his arms. They made it inside the house, but not much farther before he had her pushed up against a wall, banging into her with wild abandon…and love. So much love, they’d never see it end. They made love all night and into the morning, rousing only when Emma called Cassandra by phone to ask if everything was all right. Cassandra just laughed and told her everything was perfect.

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