Resisting the Rancher (Redwood Falls 3)
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It was all he needed to hear. In one fluid motion he stood up, walked around his desk, and lifted her from her seat.
He swiveled, dropping her to his chair as he pushed between her thighs. Lifting her face to his, he kissed her long and hard, satisfaction bleeding through his veins.
As the sexual chemistry volleyed between them, she began trembling—and his heart staggered with a sharp bolt of love and lust.
Christ—how had he gotten so fucking lucky?