Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's fifth foray into sexual fantasies with the cowboys of Temptation, Texas.
Charli sets her sights on seducing the gorgeous war veteran and local cowboy, Connor Mason, to see what sexual delights he's been holding out on.
Will he measure up?
Waiting by the phone has never been something Charli does well. If she can't figure out who her mystery cowboy is, the least she can do is discover whether or not Connor Mason could be the cowboy for her. If he has what it takes, she might just be willing to tell Original Sin to take a hike the next time he calls.
Warning: Sexy, sweet cowboy, cornered by one hot and horny woman, seeking sexual satisfaction...
When Connor reached around her to rinse his plate in the sink, Charli made her first move. She turned so fast, they stood almost nose-to-nose, her breasts pressing against his chest, her mouth so close to his lips, she could almost taste them. Her heart hammering, she gave a little giggle. "Oops, sorry." Then she ducked under his arm. She'd given him a taste, just a little taste, of what it felt like to get close.
After stowing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, she busied herself pulling clean spoons from the drawer. When she thought he might be looking her way, Charli leaned up on her toes, stretching an arm high over her head and reaching up into the cabinet where she kept her coffee. She banked on the dress rising up enough to display a healthy portion of her naked ass.
"Look, I appreciate your being so—" Connor's words choked off mid-sentence.
Bingo. Charli cast a glance over her shoulder as she lowered her arm and her dress hem. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"
Connor cleared his throat and continued, his eyes wide and still resting on her hem, now clearly covering her bottom. "—accommodating. Thank you for being so accommodating. Grant would have had to eat by himself."
She turned back to the cabinet for a second time, reaching for the sugar. "He seems nice. Good-looking too." Rising slowly on her toes, she lifted an arm again, her dress inching upward with the movement...
Connor was behind her in an instant, plucking the sugar from the top shelf. "On second thought, I think Grant isn't into coffee. It's probably time we left."
Charli spun, knocking a coffee mug to the floor where it crashed along with all her hopes of seducing Connor Mason. Ducking her head to hide her shock, she bent to pick up the broken pieces. "Are you sure?"
"What's all the noise in here? Everyone all right?" Grant pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen, his gaze going to where Charli squatted, gathering ceramic shards.
Charli forced a smile. "I was just being clumsy."
Grant grinned. "Are you making coffee?"
"No, she's not." Connor pulled Charli to her feet, brushing at her dress until it covered her thighs. "It's time for us to go. Come on, Grant."
Mandy M. Roth