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  Rylie cried out, damn near climaxing when he spanked her. Her ass tingled, thighs trembled, and abs tightened, her body so stimulated that one touch would send her over.

  The man was about to drive her out of her mind. She never realized how much of a turn-on being tied up, blindfolded, and spanked would be. It felt unbelievably erotic lying across Clay’s lap, her skirt up to her hips and her ass bared to him.

  “Are you going to be a good girl now?” He rubbed his hand over the cheeks that still stung from that last swat.

  “Bastard,” she muttered, and then gasped as he spanked her again.

  “Do you need another reminder?” His voice thrummed with arousal, his erection pressing against her belly, and she knew he was as worked up as she was. “Or are you going to apologize for misbehaving?”

  “Why should I—” Her words died in her throat as he swatted her. Oh, God, she had to come. She was so damn close.

  “Well?” Clay rubbed her ass cheeks, then moved his hand down to cup her sex and just held it there.

  The bastard. He knew what he was doing to her.

  Rylie swallowed. “I-I’m sorry.”

  He cupped his hand tighter, but didn’t do anything more, didn’t do what she needed him to. “And?”

  “I promise I’ll be good.” Rylie squirmed on his lap. “Clay. Please.”

  Clay slapped her ass again, the stinging sensation going straight to her core. Even as she cried out, he slipped a couple of fingers into her folds and thrust into her. “You feel good. I’ve got to have you.”

  “Yes.” Rylie’s thoughts whirled, her body so close to the edge. Clay flicked her aching center with his thumb, and all it took was one time to send her straight over the cliff.

  She shrieked and clenched her thighs tight around his hand, her body jerking against his thighs. A dizzy sensation swirled through her, magnified by being upside down for so long.

  Some part of her recognized that Clay was removing the scarf that bound her hands. Her body continued to throb from her orgasm as he massaged her wrists, and then she felt him tugging on the tie to the scarf around her eyes and freeing it before rolling her over and cradling her in his arms. Her heart necklace slid back down around her neck, feeling cool against her skin.

  Rylie blinked up at the incredibly handsome man that held her tight. “I owe you, big guy,” she murmured.

  “Oh?” His slow sexy grin sent more tingles all through her. “Do I need to spank you again?”

  She moved her hand up to his face and cupped his cheek, rubbing her palm against his stubble. “It’s my turn, Sheriff.”

  “Uh, no.” He shook his head. “I can’t say that I’d let you spank me.”

  Rylie smiled. “That’s not what I had in mind. Now let me up.” Clay slid her off his lap and helped her to stand on the bisque- colored throw rug beside the bed, her skirt settling back down over her ass. He moved behind her and rubbed her shoulders and arms, probably realizing that they ached from having her hands tied behind her back for so long. She sighed and leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his strong fingers working her muscles.

  “This room is beautiful.” Her gaze moved from the antique dresser and chest of drawers to the four-poster bed complete with curtains in a rich shade of cream. Long twisted silk ropes, complete with tassels, tied back the curtains.

  Rylie turned in Clay’s arms, slid her hands up his shirt and linked her fingers behind his neck. “I like it.” With an impish grin she moved one hand up to his Stetson and pushed it off his head so that it landed on the floor with a soft thunk. “But right now, all I want to do is make love to you on that gorgeous bed.” Clay’s eyes were dark and heavy-lidded with desire. “I certainly hate to keep a lady waiting.”

  He started to bring his lips to hers, but Rylie put her palm over his mouth. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

  Clay raised an eyebrow, wondering what his little wildcat was up to. He wanted her so bad it was all he could do to hold himself back from throwing her on that bed and completing his fantasy.

  Her palm was soft against his lips, and he brought his hand to hers, holding it tight as he stroked his tongue against the soft skin.

  Rylie groaned, her eyelids fluttering. She placed her other hand against his chest and pushed. “Fair’s fair, Sheriff Wayland.”

  He smiled and released her, but clenched his jaw as she pulled open the snaps of his Western dress shirt, then rubbed her palms up his bare chest, an intent expression on her face. She pushed the shirt away from his shoulders, eased it off his arms, and tossed it to the side.

  The smile on her face was wickedly erotic as she leaned forward and licked his nipple. Clay sucked in his breath at the feel of her wet tongue flicking across the tight nub and the sprinkling of hair around it. Her hands continued to explore him, stroking his chest and abs, down to the waistband of his slacks and back up again. She moved her mouth to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment, drawing out his torture.

  Clay leaned his head back and groaned as he brought his hands up to Rylie’s slim hips and cupped her ass, pressing her tight to his erection.

  “Not so fast, mister.” She trailed lazy strokes with her tongue down his chest, pushing her butt back against his hands.

  He sucked in his breath as she nipped at the skin around his belly button, then flicked her tongue inside. The sensual feeling added fuel to his hunger for her, and he clenched his hands in the soft material of her skirt.

  “Ah-ah-ah.” Rylie’s hands moved to his belt buckle as she looked up, her chocolate eyes meeting his. “Get your paws off.”

  “Don’t mess with me, woman,” he practically growled at her. He felt raw and wild, ready to take her like an untamed beast.

  “Behave.” She undid his belt buckle and then unbuttoned his fly, her knuckles brushing his erection as she worked the zipper down. His cock jerked against her touch and a naughty smile curved her lips.

  At her direction, Clay kicked off his boots and peeled off his socks. Rylie pushed his dress slacks down around his ankles and then whisked them aside when he stepped out of them.

  Her fingers lightly skimmed over him as her teasing gaze met his. “Lie down on the bed.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Now, Sheriff.”

  He was at her mercy, and he wasn’t about to argue. He eased onto the curtained four-poster bed and laid flat on his back, his hands behind his head, his erection practically standing straight up as he watched Rylie remove her own clothing.

  When she was naked, she scooped up the black scarf from the hardwood floor, where he’d dropped it earlier, then climbed onto the bed and straddled him.

  Clay eyed the scarf that she’d draped across his chest. “Planning to blindfold me?”

  “Nah.” She gave him a wicked smile. “I’ve got something a little different in mind. Now give me one of your arms.”

  He raised an eyebrow, but did as she asked. As she scooted off his chest, his mouth watered as he watched the jiggle of her small, perfect breasts, and her beautiful shaved sex. She pulled a silk cord from one bedpost by the headboard, releasing the curtain so that the bed was partially enclosed by frothy white material.

  Obviously a woman who knew her knots, she quickly tied the end of the cord around his wrist, brushing his skin with the tassels. She then stretched his arm out and secured the opposite end of the rope to the bedpost.

  “Uh, Rylie?” He frowned, not sure if he should give her the opportunity to tie him up again. Well, the last time he’d been handcuffed. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” She’d already moved to the opposite bedpost and was repeating the same process with his other wrist. “Shush.”

  Clay lightly pulled against his bonds and found that she’d done a damn good job of it. He thought she was finished, but the next thing he knew, she was releasing the curtain at the footboard and securing the silk rope around his ankle, and then to the bedpost. She removed the last rope and then the curtains completely enclosed th
e bed, making it seem even more intimate.

  He took deep breaths, watching her ass as she bent over. The urge to claim her was almost more than he could take.

  When she finished tying him completely spread-eagle, she knelt between his thighs and smiled. “I think I like having you at my mercy, Sheriff.” She wrapped her fingers around his length and rubbed her thumb over the top, then kissed the aching tip. “Mm- mmm. You taste like cream.”

  “I need you, Rylie.” His blood was a fire licking through his body.

  “After I have my way with you.” She reached for the black scarf still lying across his chest, and slid the silken material down his chest to his groin.

  A groan rumbled from his chest as she slowly caressed his skin, and then wrapped the scarf around his raging cock. Her gaze was focused on his, studying him as he clenched his jaw while she rubbed the silk up and down his rod. “Do you like that?”

  He could hardly think straight at that point, and talking wasn’t real easy. “Honey. You keep that up and you’re going to find out just how much.”

  Rylie laughed, a husky sensual sound that caused the fire in his body to burn even hotter. She unwrapped the scarf from his cock, then moved up to straddle his hips again.

  Good. She was about to put him out of his misery. “Untie me,” he demanded.

  “Nope.” With an ornery grin she moved her lips to his and kissed him. When he tried to deepen the kiss she pulled away. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  Clay was real tempted to yank against those silken ropes, but he didn’t want to ruin them. If Rylie wasn’t careful though, he’d say screw it and just owe Naveah a new set. He needed to get his hands on Rylie. Needed to possess her in every way possible.

  She pressed her lips to his ear and gently nipped his lobe before moving to his neck, licking and nipping him in light sensual bites. Her vanilla musk scent, and the smell of her juices intoxicated him, made him feel almost uncontrollable lust.

  “I love your taste.” She reached his chest and licked a path down the center. “I love your smile.” She eased down his body, her mouth burning a trail as she went.

  Her eyes met his as she grasped his erection in her palm. And then she slid her warm, wet mouth over him.

  “Damn, Rylie.” Clay fought to hold back, his muscles straining against his bonds. “I can’t hold off much longer.”

  The power she had over this man was heady and thrilling. Rylie wanted Clay so bad she could almost scream, but she was enjoying this too much. Enjoying pleasuring him, making him as crazy for her as she was for him.

  She slid him from her mouth and then nuzzled the soft hair around the base. “I’ll let you do what you want with me if you’re real good, Sheriff.”

  “Untie me.” His voice sounded strained, his jaw tight and his muscles bulging.

  “When I’m good and ready.” She cupped his sack in her hand and licked first one side, and then the other.

  “I’m about to ruin some nice ropes, honey.” His body jerked as she licked him from base to head. “And I don’t think Naveah would appreciate it.”

  “Wouldn’t want to do that.” She rubbed her breasts along his leg as she moved down and released one ankle. “And besides, I’m ready for you.”

  “Hurry up, woman,” Clay growled.

  Rylie smiled as she eased back up his body until she was straddling him again. She leaned forward, her nipples brushing his chest as she untied first one of his wrists and then the other.

  The moment he was free, Clay flipped her on her back so fast that her head spun. “Damn, what you do to me.”

  He lowered his head and captured her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking it with such pressure that she thought the sensation was going to make her melt. She buried her hands in his thick hair, pressing him closer as he moved his mouth to her other breast, nipping at it like something wild and untamed.

  “Now, Clay.” She couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to have him inside her, filling her.

  “After I taste you.” He scooted down and pressed her thighs apart.

  Rylie arched her back, a cry tearing from her lips as he laved her from top to bottom. She clenched her hands tighter in his hair, writhing beneath his mouth. Her whole body was burning for him and she felt like she might explode like a firecracker at any moment.

  Clay rose up so that he was propped above her and positioned his erection at the entrance to her core. His mouth was wet with her juices, his eyes dark and sexy. “I love you, Rylie Thorn,” he said, and then plunged into her.

  She gasped at the intense sensation of him filling her. Knowing that he loved her as much as she loved him magnified the pleasure of their lovemaking.

  Lovemaking. Not just screwing, it was definitely making love.

  His gaze remained focused on hers as he moved within her, his strokes slow and steady. For once she didn’t need it hard and fast. She wanted it to last forever, to draw out this perfect moment.

  Clay thrust firmly inside her. “Come with me, honey.”

  His words were like a visible stroke that shoved her over the edge just as his mouth claimed hers. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, drawing out her climax.

  A shudder tore through him as he came, throbbing inside her. His body trembled against hers, and then he rolled to his side, keeping himself snug inside her body, his mouth fastened to hers.

  Her husband kissed her and then pulled back to look at her with love in those sexy green eyes. As she’d truly known all along, they were meant for each other. They would never make the same mistakes her parents had made.

  Their love was forever.

  “I love you, Clay Wayland.” She smiled and pressed her forehead to his. “And don’t you ever forget that.”

  Excerpt…Hidden Prey

  “Lawmen” series

  By Cheyenne McCray

  Almost absently, he rubbed his thumb along Tori’s delicate jawline while they both remained quiet. He liked the way she fit in his arms. It felt…right.

  It was the right time to tell her about what happened with Brian. Landon knew he should do it now.

  And then every good intention vanished as she tipped her face up to look at him. Her eyelashes glittered from the remainder of her tears and her brown eyes seemed even darker than normal. As their gazes met and held, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look away from her again. She drew him to her in so many ways and he was helpless to stop himself from wanting to get closer to her.

  The other agents were downstairs and he was upstairs, alone. With Tori.

  This wasn’t smart.

  Hell, it was a long, long way from smart.

  He held his breath, then let out a slow exhale as he lowered his mouth to hers.

  The moment their lips met, she gave a sigh, surrendering herself to his kiss. That sense of surrender fueled him, somehow making him desire her even more than he already did.

  He moved his lips over hers, hungry for the taste of her, the feel of her. Her scent filled him, as if a part of her was now inside him. Her lips were so soft, her taste exquisite on his tongue. God, he knew he could never get enough of her.

  She leaned into him as their body heat melded, fusing them together in a way that defied explanation. Her sighs turned into a soft moan as he moved his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and to her waist. She was wearing one of her new T-shirts and he pushed the hem up just enough that he could feel her soft skin along the waistband. He gripped her slender waist in his hands, his fingers brushing the base of her spine where she’d been tattooed.

  Her hunger and his grew in matching intensity. She moved her palms up his chest to his shoulders and gripped them like she was afraid she would slide away if she didn’t hold on tightly.

  He slipped his palms from her waist to her ass, feeling the perfection of it as he squeezed her closer to him. His cock was impossibly hard, pressing against her, straining to get free from behind the tough denim of his jeans.

  Their clothe
s—too much cloth was between them. He wanted to feel her warm silky skin against his, nothing keeping them apart. He wanted only to slide between her thighs and drive his cock deep inside her heat.

  The rumble that rose up in his chest was like a lion staking a claim on his territory, and she made an answering purr, giving herself completely to him. Not just surrendering, but offering herself for his pleasure. She asked for nothing, just gave him everything she had.

  She sighed again as he slid his lips along her jawline to her ear. She gasped when he nipped at her earlobe and shivered in a delicate way that told him he’d just found one of her erogenous zones. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth and nipped at it again. He felt another shiver run through her body.

  He moved his lips down the column of her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. The soft purring sounds she made caused his cock to grow even harder and he rubbed himself against her in a slow deliberate movement, like what he’d do when he was inside her.

  A gasp escaped her as he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her taut nipples that pressed against the fabric of her T-shirt. She slid her fingers into his hair and encouraged him to lower his head so his mouth was even with her breasts. His body was close to shaking from the power of his need for her as he circled her nipple with his tongue, wetting the T-shirt and causing her to suck in her breath. She gave a small cry and gripped his hair tighter as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.

  He had to taste the salt on her skin, feel its softness in his mouth. He pushed her T-shirt over her perfectly sized breasts and licked each of her nipples through her satin bra. She caught her breath as he pulled her bra beneath her breasts so they were bared for him.

  She pushed his head down again, guiding him so that his mouth was directly over her nipple. He skimmed his lips over the hard nub and she moaned as he sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. Her nipples were hard peaks as he nipped at each one. God, but he loved the way she tasted. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. He loved everything about her.