Christmas With the Billionaire Rancher by Mandy Baxter Read Free Book Online

tightened her thighs around him, it squeezed the head with the perfect amount of pressure. Nate cradled her ass in one hand and braced the other palm against the wall as he came, his hips jerking in time with every intense pulse of his cock. “Ah, fuck, Chloe!” he shouted. “You feel so good. God, that feels so good.”
    As the orgasm ebbed, Nate’s thighs began to quake. He touched his forehead to Chloe’s and let his eyes drift shut. A sense of peace crested over him, a calmness that he hadn’t felt in a long goddamned time. She stroked the back of his neck, the light scrape of her nails on his nape coaxing chills to the surface of his skin. Nate’s gut twisted into a knot. He’d dragged her through the door and fucked her without even a hello. His need for her bordered on desperate and he didn’t even really know Chloe. All it took to lose himself to her was a couple of sexual encounters and a single casual conversation.
    Did Chloe help to fill the empty void that ached like a sucking chest wound, or had he simply traded one dysfunction for another? It’s not like he was in any sort of mental or emotional condition to have a relationship with anyone. So far, the extent of their time together had been spent fucking. Not that he was complaining. Chloe was amazing .
    When Nate felt confident that he could take a step without dropping the precious cargo in his arms, he turned and carried Chloe to the bed. She wrapped her arms around him, the soft caress of her breasts on his chest a delicious torture that did nothing to cool Nate’s lust. He set her down on the mattress as though she might break. Sort of laughable considering the fact he’d nearly pounded her right through the drywall moments ago. Chloe stared up at him, a wry smile playing on her full lips. A rush of electric heat shot through him. He wanted her again. Now. God, he was an asshole.
    â€œI’ll be right back.” He placed a quick kiss to her forehead before hiking his pants up on his hips, and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
    Nate emerged in nothing but his boxer briefs. Chloe had shed her skirt and wore only the white dress shirt. She’d fastened the two middle buttons, leaving both the swell of her breasts and her belly button exposed to his gaze. The shirt flared out around her hips and painted an erotic portrait that stalled his breath. Her auburn hair framed her face in a tangle and when she looked up from the room service menu and smiled, Nate’s heart clenched in his chest.
    Beautiful .
    â€œI recall someone promising me room service if I showed up here tonight,” Chloe remarked.
    â€œI did,” he said with a smile. “I guess it’s time for me to pony up.”
    A shadow darkened her expression and he could have kicked himself for his choice of words. “Not that I have to pay you for anything. I mean…” Way to stuff your foot in your mouth, asshole .
    â€œI know what you mean.” Chloe’s smile brightened and again that tightening of Nate’s chest returned. “Are you hungry? I skipped lunch.”
    Unfortunately, he’d been wined and dined by a handful of his father’s former minions who all had their heads up their asses. “I can eat.” Nate never said no to food.
    Chloe looked up at him from lowered lashes. “Worked up an appetite, huh?”
    Hell, she tied him into knots. “I did,” he replied. “And I plan on burning a hell of a lot more calories before the night is over.”
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    Chloe’s cheeks flushed at the innuendo. The sight of Nate, wearing nothing more than his boxer briefs was enough to convince her that there were more important things in life than food. In any other circumstance, she would have been embarrassed at the way she’d thrown herself at him without even a “Hey, how are ya?” before she’d let him strip off her underwear and pound