บททั้งหมดของ The Hockey player's submissive professor : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 147

RHETT VOSS“But I don’t understand… who could have tampered with Emmanuel’s pen?” Juno murmured, crouching beside the gate. The latch was mangled, scratched, twisted, tampered with in a way that screamed it was done on purpose. We both knew it wasn’t the kids, and it sure as hell wasn’t any of the hands. Every single one of them had been off-duty and accounted for. They’d all sworn they’d double-checked every pen and shed before turning in for the night, and I believed them. I’d worked shoulder-to-shoulder with most of these men and women since the day we bought the ranch. Even the newest hires had been with us over a year, no rookies here.There was real camaraderie in this place. Juno treated the crew like extended family (birthdays, holidays, Sunday barbecues, the whole deal). We showed up to their kids’ graduations; our kids played with theirs. Sage and Rowan were thick as thieves with half the ranch kids. Nobody here would ever put my family in danger. So if it wasn’t an inside j

RHETT VOSSMy body went stiff the second that comment popped up, but Juno’s hand slid across my back, slow and steady, keeping me from losing my shit on a live feed. I glanced at the username: "RanchLord".Juno’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. The chat had already scrolled past it because hundreds of people were firing questions, but we both knew this wasn’t the last we’d hear from him. If he was the one who messed with Emmanuel’s pen, he wouldn’t be able to resist coming back for more.“How can you say that, RanchLord?” Juno asked softly, adding just the tiniest sniffle for effect. “If you really follow our page, you know we love this ranch more than anything. We’re honest ranchers. We would never put our animals or our family in danger.”God, I love this woman. I married a damn genius.The chat exploded.Who is this RanchLord? What kind of name is RanchLord? How dare you talk to Juno and Rhett like that! I watch every stream and the way they treat their animals is incredible

Two months later, late night in the master bedroom of the Voss ranch house“Ahhh, yes, yes, right there,” Juno moaned, the sound ragged and raw as Rhett eased out of her until only the fat, swollen tip of his cock remained, teasing her entrance.Then he rolled his hips in slow, wicked circles, dragging that thick mushroom head through her slick, sensitive folds, smacking her dripping pussy with every deliberate pass.Thwack. Thwack.The wet slap of hot flesh on soaked flesh filled the room. Juno’s mouth fell open on a silent scream, pleasure and the sweetest sting crashing together.“Oh God…”“Look at you,” Rhett rasped, voice gravel and smoke, “already about to come just from me spanking this greedy little cunt.”He lifted his hand and brought it down again (sharp, perfect), the impact landing right on her clit with a filthy, wet squelch. When he raised his palm, it glistened under the low amber lamp, coated in her arousal and the cum he’d already pumped into her once tonight.He he

JUNO VOSS One year later – Saturday, 8:47 a.m. Amangiri Resort, Utah (Zoe picked the most dramatic red-rock desert backdrop known to man, because of course she did)“Where the hell is my tie?” Rhett bellowed, half-naked except for dress pants and one sock, tearing through the suite like a very handsome tornado.I was trying to zip myself into a floor-length emerald silk dress while simultaneously hopping on one foot looking for Sage’s missing chartreuse patent-leather flat. Rowan’s left Oxford had apparently achieved sentience and was hiding under the bed with Rhett’s tie. What was it doing there? Only God knows.Our phones were exploding.Cassie: MOM WHERE ARE YOU Ruby: Aunt Zoe is going to murder you Nina: If you're not here in one second, I will kill you both myself“We are SO late,” I hissed, finally locating the shoe wedged behind the minibar. “The ceremony started fifteen minutes ago!”This was entirely our fault.Last night had been the rehearsal dinner, then the after-pa