When his next thrust hit home, a cry ripped out of her like a begging shout. Tingles raked down the naked front of her body, and his warmth enveloped her back. His arms held her safe, and his cock jolted pleasure through her over and over again until she couldn’t decide if she was coming or he was, if she’d peaked twice or never stopped. Her tongue went dry and her throat raw, and his hand still drank her moans.

Liquid heat melted through her, and he twitched, the last burst of his release lost in her body. She sank against him, her muscles unclenching into limpness one by one, in perfect contentment.

Kisses smoothed over her tangled hair, and LJ’s hand moved away from her mouth. His knuckles stroked her cheek. “How do you feel about baking cakes, Andie-girl?”

She blinked and tried to crank that question through her rusty brain. “Um, why?”

He nibbled on the back of her neck, rich laughter riding underneath his voice when he said, “Because we owe your employees ten or twelve to make up for the little sound show we gave them.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh shit. I meant to be quiet. You don’t think my dad heard, do you?”

“Nah, doubt he stuck around. Besides, big dick like mine, no way you could have helped yourself.”

“You’re terrible.” She laughed. “Never change, okay?”

“No worries, darlin’. They don’t shrink with age, far as I can tell.” Carefully, he pulled out. “You okay?”

She scooted up to sitting, glancing around. “I cannot believe we just did it in the tack room. There’s no way to get out of here without everybody knowing what we’ve been doing, and Stacia will be giving us crap for the next twenty years. I really didn’t think this through.”

“You’re crazy kinky, girl. It’s all I can do to keep up.” LJ reached down and plucked his fallen cowboy hat from the floor, dropping it onto his head with a grin and a languorous stretch of his naked body. “I think you said you wanted me to wear this next time, but you got a little too vigorous for it to stay on.” He linked his hands behind his head and grinned.

She couldn’t stop giggling, even as she drank in the sight of him. “If you’re going to wear that hat, I’m going to need a bigger couch for our second round.”

LJ bent his knee so his ankle wasn’t hanging over the end of the couch. “I wouldn’t argue with that for a hot second. Speaking of, why is it they design planes in miniature? Don’t adult-sized people ever fly anyplace?”

She winced, feeling guilty he’d put himself through that just for her. “I never thought of that. I bet you don’t fit that great in airplane seats, do you?”