“I don’t mind it. It’s all a game and I’m better at playing it than most.” He still liked to be in the saddle but he was better at outmaneuvering the money men than he was at tending fences and birthing calves. He didn’t mind getting his hands dirty when he had to, but preferred matching wits with the other movers and shakers in the industry. He was rebuilding his father’s legacy in all the ways his old man hadn’t been able to. There was modern thinking and practice put into play on this ancient land and it was beautiful to see the past and the future collide in such an important way.

My shirt was over my head and sailing to the floor between one breath and the next. My bra soon followed. I took my turn stripping him, the cotton of his T-shirt softer than the scrape of his chest hair against the hard tips of my bared breasts. The slight abrasion always made me catch my breath, so did that seductive sound of a zipper sliding down. There was all kinds of business that went down in this masculine office, but the kind where I ended up filled with hard cock and whimpering against hot skin was my favorite kind.

I liked the way he looked behind his big desk, he liked the way I looked bent over it, ass in the air.

Pants dropped, hands hit wood as he moved over me. His palms were full of my breasts and I was full of him. I rested my forehead on the cool surface and panted as he drove into me from behind. It never got old. It never stopped feeling more important than any sex that had come before it. It never failed to make me feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be,

His teeth nipped at the back of my neck. His chest pressed me farther into the desk as he pulled my hips up into his thrust. We moved together like we were made to be connected from head to toe.

As far as afternoon quickies, this one ranked right up at the top. I managed to make it through my orgasm and his without losing my hat. The realization made me laugh as he flipped me over and ran the end of his nose along the sensitive inside of my thigh. I threaded my fingers through his hair and reached for my phone as it pinged with a text message next to my head. I sighed in heavy satisfaction as the wet tip of his tongue ran along the back of my knee and as his index finger lazily chased after all the sex and satisfaction that was smeared all over the inside of my legs. There was a smug smile on his face that quickly shifted when I bolted upright and almost fell off the edge of the desk when I saw the message that I had been waiting for since Emrys disappeared.

I put a shaky hand on Cy’s shoulder to steady myself as he rose to stand between my spread legs. He put his hands on either side of my neck and used his thumbs to tilt my head back so I was looking up at him.

“What just happened, Sunshine?” His deep, rough voice never failed to settle me.

“It’s Em.” I held up my phone with one hand and wrapped my fingers around his wrist so I could feel his pulse with the other. “She said she’s coming to see me.”

His raven dark eyebrows both shot up so high they almost touched his hairline. “She’s coming here?”

I looked at the message again and nodded dumbly. “Yeah. She’s coming here.”

“Does she know that Sutton is in a bad way?” The middle Warner had moved out of the main house and was drinking himself into an oblivion while he drowned in his sorrow. Cy hated it. Lane hated it. Brynn was heartbroken over his behavior and I wasn’t sure what role I was supposed to play around him.

I was still pissed he sent Em away, which sent her spiraling, but I felt bad that his heroism had resulted in nothing but heartache. I tended to avoid him when his brothers forced him to join the land of the living. I had no idea what Em’s appearance was going to mean to the wounded warrior.

“She knows. She wasn’t in much better shape the last time I saw her, to be honest.” I squeezed his wrist and looked at him under my lashes. “Do you want me to tell her she can’t come?” It would kill me to tell her then, but I would do it, and then I would go to her. Wherever she was.

He stared at me for a long, pensive moment and then that smile that owned me and made my entire world spin slashed across his perfectly rugged face. “It might do some good for Sutton to get shook up by your girl. If it turns bad, we’ll ride it out, like we always do.”

I exhaled in relief and told him with every ounce of sincerity I had within me, “I more than love you, Cy.”

His broad chest rose and fell with his own heavy breath as he replied, “I more than love you back, Leo.”

We meant every word.

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