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Cowboy Batman: Only some paperwork. Would be more interesting if you were here.

Maeve: Are you trying to flirt with me Mr Carter?

Cowboy Batman: Yes angel, but comes to think of it, I may just come to see how you are getting on in the barn like a dutiful ranch owner I am.

I read it back twice, grinning like an idiot at my phone screen. Wade attempting to flirt over text is genuinely one of my favourite developments in recent weeks. But over text is not enough. I want him here.

An idea pops in my head. Call it mischief, call it terrible judgement, call it whatever you bloody like. I’m going with it.

Checking that the coast is clear, I position myself on the haystack and pull down the neckline of my vest top, revealing my bare breasts. Hat on. High Angle. Send.

Maeve: Wear the hat, ride the cowboy?

I’m still smiling when I hear the barn door shut, turning to see one horny looking cowboy panting like he’s just run here.

He’s in that dark grey T-shirt I love, the one that sits against his arms and his chest like it was made to specifically ruin me. Even from a distance, I can see the fire of need behind his gorgeous green eyes. The same eyes that are fixed on his target. Me.

I decide, in that moment, I’m absolutely in the mood to be a brat about this.

“Hello, dutiful ranch owner,” I say, running a slow hand along my stomach. “What brings you here?”

He crosses the barn in the kind of silence that means I'm in trouble. My nipples pebble against the thin fabric of my vest at the sight of him. I notice the rope in his hand half second too late. Knuckles pale around it, grip tight. His other hand comes up and catches the back of my neck before I've fully processed what's happening.

I was not going to get away with being a tease.

And honestly? Good.

Chapter Thirty Three

Wade

I should be finishing the influx of local contracts thanks to Maeve’s hard work, but instead I am distracted by my phone, which I could have easily lived without before last week. Yet since this thing between me and Maeve, I have been attached to it.

My phone lights up on my desk, and I go very still, staring at what has got to be the hottest image I’ve ever seen.

Her, in my hat. Those tits on full show for my viewing, with nipples so hard that they have my cock hardening in seconds. She is a fucking sight, and I need to be inside her like yesterday.

The pen in my hand hits the desk. My chair scrapes back before I can form a single thought. Hat. Keys. Done.

Contracts can fucking wait.

I am like a bitch in heat rushing to the barn. When I get there, it’s quiet. The afternoon light cuts through the slats, dust moving slowly in the air. I push through the door, sliding it shut to give privacy for what I am about to do to my sweet little angel.

Breaching the corner, I see her, pitchfork in hand, cracking on with her task like she didn’t just turn my entire afternoon upside down.

She glances up and the corner of that plump mouth lifts. Her hand heading for the band of her shorts. Fucking tease.

“Hello, dutiful ranch owner, what brings you here?” she says.

I say nothing. Just cross the distance between us, slow and deliberate, watching her expression shift as she clocks the rope in my hands. The pitchfork gets taken from her hands and set aside without discussion.

I dip my head down close to her ear.

“Want to be a naughty little tease, angel?” I say quietly. “Then you gotta reap the consequences.”

I find the back of her neck before she can respond, grabbing firmly and forcing her into the direction of the nearest wooden pillar.

I twist her so her back meets the wood, taking her tiny wrists and crossing them above her head. Using one hand, I keep them firmly in place as I look down at her. She looks back up at me, those cobalt blue eyes laced with challenge. Like she'sdaring me.