LAST SECOND CHANCE TRAILER
He flashed her a sexy grin and stepped right back into her space. âI donât want some chick. And youâre not that good at hiding your emotions, beautiful. You snapped on those nurses at lunch and ran out of my room so fast I barely had time to blink. Any particular reason why?â He trailed a finger down her cheek and over her lips. Instead of an answer, a whimper escaped her throat. A painful throbbing began between her thighs, intense and demanding.
His touch deepened the pain. Her policy was no dating people in her workplace. She certainly wasnât going to date Van Ransom. Heâd probably never taken a girl on a proper date in his life. But right now she didnât care about any of that. She just wanted him to take her up against the back of the barn, hard and fast. She was a country girl at heart after all.
âStella Jo, you going to answer? Or do I have torture it out of you?â
The way he said her name, the one she was used to hearing drop only from the lips of family members, made her shiver. She let her head loll back to rest on the wall behind her. âDo your worst. Iâve dealt with animals much bigger than you.â
Leaning in until his nose brushed hers, he let out a soft growl. âYou sure as hell better be talking about horses, because if youâre talking about Dr. Dickhead or any other man who's put his hands on you in a way you didnât want, theyâre fucking dead.â
She grinned and winked at him. âGuess thatâs for me to know, darlinâ.â Her breath was still coming too fast, but she was gaining confidence. She was having as much of an effect on him as he was on her. A competitive streak she thought sheâd buried rose to the surface. âSpeaking of men putting their hands on me, if this is your brand of torture, Iâm disappointed.â
Thrusting himself up against her, he growled again. âBaby, my brand of torture involves that riding crop you bent over to pick up. Matter of fact, it involves you being bent over also.â
An audible gasp of surprise escaped her. His threat pulled at something deep inside of her that she didnât know was there. Something dark and terrifying that she knew she should feel dirty and ashamed of. But she didnât. Because apparently he wasnât the only one who was twisted like that.
âSurprised?â he asked with a knowing look in his eyes.âThat you know what a riding crop is? Yeah.â She forced herself to smirk at him so he wouldn't see that she was a trembling mess of desire.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New and Young Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com.
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