Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(64)

Blair relaxes into my arms, head falling back to rest against my collarbone. “She played you like a fiddle. What else did she convince you to buy, big spender?”

“A mini-fridge that’ll be here next week, so you can have snacks on hand to go with your coffee. Can’t have you jittery with an empty stomach.” I press my lips to her temple. “Otherwise, who knows? I could’ve bought a house with a Labrador retriever, for all I know. I think I blacked out.”

If only she knew what I’d do for her. Am doing.

“Damn, you must be rich if you bought a whole house without realizing.” Her eyes shine bright when she looks at me, a reflection of our combined emotions mixed with the warm glow of her five new lamps. “Thank you. This is too much, Denver. But thank you.”

“It’s not too much. It’s a little bit of my time, and a disgusting amount of money.”

“I owe you.”

“Bear, you don’t owe me shit. Taking care of you is my number one priority.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can. But when my mom was sick, you were there. You might not have realized it, but I wouldn’t have made it through that without you,” I say before planting a discreet kiss on her hair. “I couldn’t be who you needed before, and I regret not being there. But I can be here now. I want to be here.”

“Why now?”

“Because I know nobody else is looking after you. Not even you.” I squeeze her until she groans, then guide her toward her desk. “Get back to work, baby. Let me take care of you.”

I move to turn on the espresso machine, and she practically becomes feral. She might throw elbows over the chance to make her own coffee, so I step back, putting my hands up in surrender.

“This has nothing to do with your last statement, and everything to do with me wanting to try out my new toy, for the record.”

“Did I create a monster unknowingly?”

She gives me an evil grin, hitting the power button.

I laugh. “Okay, you make the first one. But then I get to play sexy barista while you work.”

“Fine.” She flips pages in the manual and taps buttons on the machine, and in a matter of seconds, she’s making coffee.

The little moan when the first sip hits her lips makes the money spent more than worthwhile. And she heads over to her desk, cradling the steaming cup with both hands.

Flipping through the manual, trying to figure out what the hell she just made—and how—I glance up to see Blair leaning over her work, rather than sitting.

Goddamn.

Maybe I like her fancy work wardrobe more than I was first willing to admit. Because her wide-legged tan trousers are tight across her toned ass, and I can’t help but wonder how fucking hot it would be to have her in nothing but the high heels she’s wearing.

“Blair, you need to sit down, because I’m looking at you right now the same way you were looking at that coffee machine.”

She glances over her shoulder, not bothering to move like I requested. “Like you want to try out your new toy?”

My cock strains instantly against my pants. “Fucking exactly, baby.”

She doesn’t say anything, returning to reading something on her laptop. But she pops a hip, rounding out her ass in invitation. And I can’t turn that down.

“Don’t stop working. Let me take care of you.” I grope her backside, sliding to hold her hips and pull her ass against the bulge in my pants. Trying to free itself from the confinement of my jeans, my dick’s practically screaming with the need to feel her, but her pleasure takes precedence right now.

I slip a finger inside her waistband to feel the soft skin underneath, gliding toward the front of her pants to undo them. Blindly feeling for each button, I grind my dick into her ass, searching for any sort of relief in the form of friction.

“I have a patient coming in a few minutes. We shouldn’t,” she whispers, shimmying out of her pants. When they hit the floor, she gives a swift kick and they slide somewhere under her desk.

“Tell me to stop then.” I crouch slightly to trail my fingertips up the backs of her thighs, then they dig into her hips until she gasps. “You’re the most stunning woman in the world, I swear.”

My girl doesn’t make a single peep or move to stop me.

“This ass.” I give it a light slap, and heat swells in my balls at the way her butt jiggles slightly. I can’t help myself from bending down and biting.

“Den—”

I make a gentle shushing noise. “Get your work done.”

My touch wanders down the crease of her ass, lingering for a second when the side of my hand brushes against her wet thigh.

“Blair, fuck. You’re practically dripping.” I collect her arousal on my fingers, gliding easily between her wet pussy lips. “What are we going to do about this? I can’t let my girl go about her day with a pussy begging to be fucked like this, can I?”

“No,” she whimpers. “You can’t.”

“But I don’t have any condoms, so I guess I’ll have to make you come all over my hand instead. Maybe my mouth, too?”

“Please.” She nods eagerly. “But wait—pause—I’ve been meaning to ask you to get tested. We can do it right here. I’m on birth control, and I want to be able to have you, even when we don’t have a condom on hand.”