Dallas Nights by Em Petrova Read Free Book Online

sin. Even those who were no longer nineteen and didn’t sport inflatable breasts.
    “ What the matter, Whiskey?”
    Lord, was he going to start calling her that? A shiver traced down her spine. She bent over his kn ee again.
    As a country girl, she ’d watched her share of rodeos and drooled over her share of cowboys. She’d always envied the women who went after those guys. She’d never have the guts to throw herself at someone like Juss Rossie. Just once in her life, she’d like to grow a pair of girl-nads and take what she wanted.
    Sexually.
    She folded the tape snugly around his knee and set aside the supplies. Then she slipped an arm around his waist and tugged him with little effort into the wheelchair.
    His heat along with his clean, soapy scent sent her body into overdrive. Her pussy squeezed hard, and juices flowed into her lace panties. Under her scrub top, her nipples were two aching pearls begging to be rolled between thumb and forefinger.
    Easy. Down, gi rl.
    Once she had Juss situated in the chair, she circled behind him. Pushing him out of the room meant going past Katie and several other assistants. As she wheeled the famous cowboy past the desk, every mascara-ed eye raked over the hunk.
    “ We’ll be in the pool if anyone needs us,” Lilly sang as she wheeled him by.
    “ The pool, huh?” Juss asked when they exited the double doors.
    “ Yes. Hope you’re up for a swim.”
    She ’d had Juss in the pool once before, and her senses were still reeling from seeing his shorts conformed to his hard hips and outlining his groin. But he’d also been surly as hell and still hopped-up on post-op pain meds.
    Not that he was much more agreeable now. Was he?
    They reached a barrier, and she pushed a silver button on the wall. The door swung open, and she wheeled him in. The scents of chlorine filled her nose. The low lighting of the space gave the small pool a spa feel. The pool itself was only waist-deep and the size of a double bed.
    She stood behind his chair and stripped down to the bath ing suit she wore under her scrubs. All physical therapists received a regulation suit for this job—they spent time almost every day in the pool with a client. She hung her scrubs on a peg near a stack of towels and adjusted the tank straps of her suit.
    Su ddenly, she wished it was a sexy string bikini. That was more along the lines of what a man like Juss would like to see. She glanced at her undersized chest. He probably liked to see the double D’s other women had too. Lilly had a handful, but nothing more. Her body was horribly ordinary. Not fat, not thin. Not curvy, not straight. Just not right for piquing the interest of hunky cowboys.
     
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