The Pirate & The Adventurer & The Cowboy

We can…"

    "No. I like you just fine where you are." He stood between her legs and lifted her up so that she was sitting on the desk. She reached back to brace herself with her hands as his mouth moved on her shoulders and traveled down to her swollen breasts.

    Rafe's fingers went to the waistband of his pants. A moment later Margaret heard the rasp of his zipper.

    "Aren't you going to at least take off your boots?" Margaret demanded in a husky whisper.

    "No need. This'll work just fine."

    She look down and saw that it would work just fine. "But what about…about the protection you always use?"

    "Got it right here." He reached into his back pocket.

    Margaret heard the soft sound of the little packet being opened. "You carry that on you?" she gasped.

    "Every minute since the day you arrived. I want to be able to make love to you anywhere, anytime."

    "Good heavens, Rafe." She giggled, feeling more daring and wanton than ever. "Isn't there something a bit scandalous about doing it like this—on top of a desk? With your boots on?"

    "This is my office, let me run the show, okay?" He caught one nipple lightly between his teeth.

    Margaret inhaled sharply. "Yes. By all means, go ahead. Run the show. Please." She sighed in surrender and ceased worrying about decorum.

    Rafe eased her down until she lay across the desk in a blatantly sensual pose. Her legs hung over the edge, open and inviting. She shuddered as he moved closer.

    Margaret looked up through slitted eyes as Rafe probed her tenderly with his thumbs and then slowly fitted himself to her. She felt the excitement pounding in her veins and wondered at the magic between them. It was always like this. When Rafe made love to her he took her into a different world, one where she was wild and free and deliriously uninhibited—one where she knew she was temporarily, at least, the center of his universe.

    Margaret clutched at Rafe as he surged slowly, deeply into her. She tightened her legs around him as he braced himself above her, his hands planted flat on either side of her.

    "Maggie, love.
Maggie
. You're so sweet and tight and, oh, sweetheart I do love the feel of you. Incredible."

    She watched the hard, impassioned lines of his face as he drove into her until she could no longer concentrate on anything except the tide of excitement pooling deep within her. She closed her eyes again, lifting her self against the driving thrusts and then she felt Rafe ease one hand between their bodies.

    He touched her with exquisite care and Margaret lost her breath. Her body tightened in a deep spasm and then relaxed in slow shivers that brought an intense pleasure to every nerve ending.

    "Rafe."

    "Yes, love. Yes." And then he imbedded himself to the hilt within her. His lips drew back across his teeth as he fought to control a shout of sensual triumph and release. A moment later he dropped back into the chair behind him and dragged Margaret down onto his lap.

    Margaret huddled against him, aware of his open zipper scratching her bare thigh. Rafe's hand slid slowly, absently along her leg and up to her waist. His head was pillowed against the back of his chair, his eyes closed.

    "You are one wild and wicked lady," Rafe said without opening his eyes. "Imagine just walking in here bold as you please in the middle of the night when I'm trying to work and seducing me on my office desk."

    Margaret smiled to herself as a thought struck her. "You know something, Rafe?"

    "What?" He still seemed disinclined to move.

    "I couldn't have done that last year when we were together."

    He opened one eye. "Couldn't have done what? Walked into my office and seduced me? You're wrong. I'm a sucker for you. I always was."

    She shook her head. "No you weren't. We always made love on your schedule and when you were in the middle of some business matter I always had to wait until you were finished. I could never have interrupted you the way I did tonight and expected you to shut down the computer so that we could make love in the middle of your office. Last year if I'd tried anything like that you'd have patted me on the head and told me to go wait in the bedroom until you finished working."

    "Are you sure?"

    Margaret lifted her head and glared at him. She saw the laughter in his eyes. "Of course, I'm sure. I have an excellent memory."

    "I must have been a complete idiot last year. I can't imagine ignoring you if you'd traipsed into my office wearing that light little cotton