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A grandchild or no trust fund.
Sabrina Gibson thought she was saved when her sister found her stud to fulfill their parents’ ultimatum. Then her parents got greedy.
As a practical accountant, Sabrina understands facts and figures. A man to give her a baby is the one thing that isn’t computing in her life. Then she meets Brody Holt. Confident, dominant, and sex personified, he sends her on a whirlwind of panty-wetting lust that defies all sensible thoughts or dreams of happily ever after.
He agrees to help her, but his stipulation borders on blackmail. Worse, the cocky cowboy won’t divulge his reasons for agreeing to be her “stud.” Her only hope lies in the terms they set for the agreement. But how will she be able to walk away then with her heart intact?
Brody’s hands hesitated on her shoulders, and Sabrina held her breath. She couldn’t believe she said that, couldn’t believe how badly she wanted it, how badly she wanted him.
“I can’t promise my hands will come back up if I let them drop.” Arousal turned his voice gravelly. It grated over her sensitive flesh, teasing nerve endings and exciting erogenous zones she didn’t know she possessed.
Sabrina angled her head, tilted it back to look at him, and met his gaze. His dark eyes swam with a predatory desire that thrilled her to her toes. “I’m counting on it.”
Still, his hands stayed put, his fingers working her tight muscles in slow circles as he stared back at her. Another full minute that felt like an eternity passed before his hands began to slide. His calloused palms rasped over the bare flesh of her chest on a direct course to her breasts. He paused, his fingertips touching the surface of the water, the swell of her breasts, and hesitated there for so long she thought he might change his mind after all.
“You’re sure?” The potent need swirling in his eyes made her surprised he gave her a choice.
Breath lodged in her throat, Sabrina could only nod her answer. She licked her lips, tried to speak, but lost the urge when his hands made that final slide down beneath the water to cup her breasts.
“Mmm,” she purred as his hands covered her fully. He squeezed and then continued the massage he had been giving her shoulders, only now to the sensitive orbs burning for his attention.
Sabrina rocked her lower body back, wanting to feel the hardness of his erection against her flesh, delighting in the low growl that rumbled from his throat. His eyes sparked, the animal she sensed inside him realizing he caught his prey, and she didn’t get another second to think before he crushed his mouth to hers.
Unlike the kiss they shared in the office of the main house yesterday, there was nothing tender or coaxing about the way he took her mouth this time. White-hot hunger seared through her as he devoured her, controlled her, and stole her sanity through her mouth. One hand stayed to torment her breast as the other skimmed lower.
Sabrina moaned into his mouth when his hand closed over her pussy, one finger inching between her folds. He raked that fingertip over her clit, and she bucked her hips, groped for something to hold onto, and found his thighs. He broke the kiss in favor of licking his way over her jaw, nipping her jawbone, and continuing on to the side of her neck. She couldn’t keep up. The sensations ricocheting through her proved too much. His mouth worked her neck, teeth grazing and biting. His hand weighed and caressed her breast, the thumb and forefinger finding her nipple to add further torture. His finger pushed on her clit, a delicious pressure that set her boiling, and abandoned the aching bud to thrust inside her weeping channel.
“Oh, God, Brody, yes.” A second finger joined the first, and she rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, wanting it deeper, needing to feel the rigid erection pressing against her back inside her body. “Please.”
“Jesus, you’re wet.” His hot breath against her neck sent excited shivers raining through her. “I figured the water would keep you from getting wet for me. Your pussy is so tight, Sabrina. It’s primed and ready. Your muscles are gripping my fingers.”
He thrust his fingers deeper, lifting her and pulling her more firmly against him. Her knees went weak, but it didn’t matter. He held her, controlled her, and possessed her. His teeth raked the sensitized flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and she sucked in a breath as slivers of demonic lust spiked to her core.
“Brody.” Her head fell back on his chest and whipped from side to side as she fought to breathe. Her body yielded to his manipulations. Pressure built in her womb. She wanted more, needed to be filled by the thick shaft resting against her back.
“Come for me, Sabrina.” The order came in a gruff whisper that bordered an animalistic growl as he raked his thumb over her clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside her channel. “I want to feel you shatter.”