บททั้งหมดของ Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: บทที่ 1181 - บทที่ 1190

The look of surprise melted into a look of pure seduction. Keely reached up, wrapped her fingers around the knot in his tie and tugged hard. “Whaddya say we christen the bed?”“I’m not sure—”“I am.” Using the tie, she pulled his face closer to hers. “If you’re afraid I’m gonna muss your snappy suit, GQ, you’d be right. But I happen to know you’ve got a whole closet full of replacements, so buck up and fuck me.”Jack’s dick was as hard as a steel beam upon seeing the wicked gleam in her eyes. He crawled over her and backed her into the middle of the bed. “Strip.”But Keely flipped Jack on his back. Straddling him, she said, “Nifty trick, huh?”“With five older brothers, I’m not surprised.”She kissed him, letting the glide of lips and tongues heat them both up. Between kisses, she whispered, “Let me take care of you, Jack.”“Anything you want. I’m yours.”“Then I’ll take you.” Keely rolled off the bed, whipped off her clothes and climbed back on top of him. The woman was something—all

Bull’s-eye. Martine’s maliciousness torpedoed any remnant of Keely’s confidence.“Don’t kid yourself he’ll actually go through with marrying you. Every year, it’s the same sad story.Jack shows up at the conference with his latest piece of ass. Young. Hot. Oblivious. Everyone knows he’s trying to make me jealous. Trying to prove to his male colleagues what a stud he is. We all laugh. It’s so pathetic. I’m sure you noticed all the staring and whispering you attracted. This is a small community, and you’ll find no one will take the time to befriend you. What’s the point? This time next year you’ll be gone.”Don’t cry. God, do not give this woman the satisfaction of seeing your tears.Martine rearranged wisps of her hair in the mirror. “I feel sorry for you. You’re as gullible as you look and you’ve fallen hard for Jack’s charm. My best advice is to keep that ring he’s given you. It’ll buy you a new horse or repairs on your truck or whatever pitiful thing you need after he dumps your mou

“So you saying appearances don’t matter at all?”“Yes, appearances do matter, but it shouldn’t define you.”“Does it define you?” he countered.“No. What if I’d tracked you down in the banquet wearing my stable-cleaning clothes? If you’d pretended not to know me, that’s shallow. If you’d kissed my cheek and said, ‘Darlin’, next time leave the shitkickers at home,’ that’s caring less about appearances because you were happy to be with me.”Jack seized the chance to turn the tables. “Would you be happy to be with me, Keely? If the reverse was true?”“Meaning what?”“Say I accept your dirty boots and western quirks. Say you accept I’m a suit-and-tie-wearing guy. Say I’m madly in love with you. You’re madly in love with me. Would you give up your way of life to be with me?”“Way of life?” she repeated.“Would you move away from your home in Wyoming to live with me in this condo in Colorado? Or are you so set in your ways that you wouldn’t consider it?”“What does that have to do with bein

“I can come up with an inventive way for you to pay me back.”“I’ll bet.” Keely swigged and let the bottle dangle by the outside of the tub. “How was the rest of your meeting?”“Long and boring. Pointless. Did I mention long and boring?”“Yes.”“How was your shopping excursion with Gina?”“Expensive. Lord. Why do I have so many nephews and nieces? I limited myself to spending ten bucks on each kid and I still walked out two hundred dollars poorer.”“You love them and you’re not really complaining.”Keely smiled. “How true.”“Would you rather I face you or sit behind you?”That question made her eyes fly open. Oh wow. Jack was totally, gloriously, buck-assed nekkid.Totally, gloriously, buck-assed nekkid and fully aroused. And holding two beers. He really was the perfect man. She scooted forward, splashing water everywhere. “You can sit behind me.”“Somehow I thought you might say that.”Jack handed Keely the beer. When he stretched out in the tub, she was enveloped in his substantial

“Oh good Lord. What makes me think I can handle two more?”“You love it and you guys wouldn’t have it any other way.”The only thing running through Jack’s mind as the outskirts of Sundance shimmered in the distance was, Thank God.Aside from his father’s death, the past twenty-three days had been the shittiest of his entire life. The projects had gone all right, although none of them would make him rich. Hell, he’d probably lose money when he added in his travel costs.Which would fit in with the way his life was going. He’d about lost his fucking mind when forced to say goodbye to Keely in Denver. She’d turned him inside out with her teary, don’t call me request. Pissed him off too. He’d managed to let her go, but only temporarily. It wasn’t over between them. Not by a long shot.When Jack returned to the hotel room, he noticed the small box of Legos Keely had hidden in his suitcase. With a note,All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Remember to make time for fun. Love, your c