Lara (Reynolds Ranch)

“Well, your attitude did that for you.” She pokes my chest.

I take her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the finger she jammed into me. “Do you want me to fire her?”

She taps her chin, thinking about it before she finally answers, “No. It’s not like I haven’t been polite to men, thinking nothing of it because they were in a bad mood. It might just be a nurturing thing we do and a way to calm their tempers. If anything else happens, I’ll rope her ass up and toss her into a mud pit.”

I’m kind of glad because I’m not interested in wasting time looking for a replacement. “I’m marrying a country girl for sure.”

She tips an imaginary cowboy hat. “Sorry, city boy. I can always find a cowboy if you’d like.” I pounce on her instantly because fuck if she’s going to end up with anyone else but me. “The fuck you are. You’re mine, and I’m going to remind your sexy country-ass every single day.” I grab my tie off the nightstand and pull her hands together with one of mine before wrapping the silk around her wrists. “You’re mine. I’ve got my own rope, baby.”

“And so soft too,” she moans, sliding her tied wrists up her stomach to her bared breasts.

“Are you trying to get nailed again?”

“Says the man who tied me up with a silk tie while I’m naked in his bed.”

“Our bed,” I remind her. She needs to get used to the idea, which she’s not. In due time, she’ll be on the same level, and then we’ll be getting married. She doesn’t know it, but I have no intention of letting her slip through my fingers. It doesn’t matter what I have to do to keep my love. She’s everything, and every second that passes, my emotions only deepen.

I hear a ringing and I don’t want to interrupt this moment, but I know it’s probably important. “That’s my phone.”

“Oh okay. I actually have to get some assignments done. Where can I set up?”

“Anywhere you’d like, babe.” I kiss her forehead and climb out of bed to deal with work.