Jason leaned on the worn fence and
watched the drama at the main house unfold. He’d worked this ranch for the past
three years, endured the blazing heat, the long hours, and his overwhelming
desire for the owner, Lacey Williams. She’d been over her head in debt ever since
she hired him. He knew this because of one unbearably hot evening when neither
of them could sleep. They ended up sharing a bottle of whiskey by the lake, one
thing led to another, and after she spilled the beans about her impending
financial ruin, they made love. His cock stirred at the thought.
The next morning, Lacey had no
recollection of their tryst but it was forever burned into his memory, haunted
his fevered dreams.
Just
as well.
The ranch was everything to Lacey.
It was the only thing she had left of her family. She loved working the land as
much as he did. It was a pity she might lose it. And that was why he pulled
money from his trust and paid off the debt. She’d be angry but she’d get over
it. They’d be partners and if Jason had anything to say about it, in more ways
than one.
At that moment, Lacey turned to face
him. Hands on hips and fiery attitude punctuated every step as she strode
toward him. A slow grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. Life with her would
never be dull.
And their nights…sheer heaven.
Cross-posted at Breathless Blog
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