Epilogue #2
“Best we get going, boys. Looks like these two need to have words,” Evan said, snorting a laugh and running to follow the ranch hands. A wave of hoots and hollers came from the crowd, and they quickly disappeared outside.
“My office,” Marshall ordered.
Colette swallowed, her stomach dropping as she obeyed. She had briefly considered arguing with him, but didn’t want to upset the horses by disagreeing in front of them. They were sensitive, after all.
Colette’s gaze darted to Marshall as she turned to walk toward the office. The slow gait of his boots against the concrete gave her goosebumps as he followed her in and turned the lock. She crossed her arms and straightened her shoulders, ready for battle.
After all, she had done nothing wrong.
A night of fun was well-deserved for their men, who worked hard.
Even Marshall agreed they had earned it.
Everyone had been through a lot in the last few months. Nothing wrong with helping to improve morale.
“I told them they could go once all their jobs were completed. They were so excited to hit up the Brantford rodeo,” she began, as he slowly ambled toward her. She shivered. Why must he walk like that?
“I would like some clarification on what I overheard over there,” Marshall said, his tone laced with annoyance.
Colette stepped back, swallowing thickly.
“I’ve basically been working as your second in command, running the place; it’s not strange that they would ask me. Granted, I’m overseeing the finance side of things, I didn’t think you would mind.”
Tossing her dark waves behind her, Colette crossed her arms and quirked a brow in challenge. She pursed her lips, chewing on the inside of her lip to hide her nervousness. There was no way she was going to let him make a big deal out of this. They all needed a break sometimes.
“Why don’t you explain to me what you meant when you said you would handle me?” Placing his balled-up fists on his hips, he raised a brow in question.
Colette’s eyes flared at the heat coming off him, her mouth opening and closing as she composed a good answer.
Was it weird that she was getting turned on?
“I meant, I can handle you,” she needled. “Seems obvious to me.”
Nodding slowly, he crossed his arms, stepping toward her. Colette attempted to slow her breathing as he approached. Keeping her cool, she took a step back, gripping the desk as it hit the back of her thighs.
“I want to know exactly how you were planning on handling me,” he said as he brushed the back of his fingertips along the curve of her cheek.
Colette shivered. He was jumbling her brain.
“Well, I meant, I would…you know, make sure you were cool with everything. It wasn’t a big deal.
If you weren’t happy, I would make sure you were happy,” Colette stammered.
“It sounds a little dirty when I say it out loud.” She ran her fingers through her dark curls, tossing them over to one side of her head.
“Okay, now I want a demonstration,” Marshall’s eyes narrowed as his gaze swept her body. “Leave out no details.”
Swallowing thickly, she dug her top teeth into her bottom lip. “What?”
“Handle me. Show me how you would handle me.”
Her eyes grew wide with alarm. “Here?”
“Yeah, I’ve had a long day and I’m not happy. How are you going to handle me?” He brushed his thumb along her lower lip.
Colette gave a small gasp, a shock of heat warming her core.
“Well, when the boss is feeling grumpy, you gotta help him get out of his mood.” She ran her palm along the planes of his chest, the steady beat of his heart making her own heart pick up its pace in her chest.
He stilled her hand, wrapping his own around her wrist.
“That’s right. You don’t want to upset the boss,” he threatened in a playful tone. His thumb traced a path on the inside of her wrist. “He won’t tolerate any form of insubordination.”
Goosebumps scattered over her skin.
“Really? I think he tolerates a little insubordination,” she ran her tongue along her upper lip and tilted her head. “You know what? Maybe I like you better grumpy.” Her eyes warmed as she spoke.
“What did you say?” His eyes narrowed as he gave his head a shake. “Unacceptable behavior.”
She shivered.
“I said, I like it when you’re angry. It’s hot.” Colette leaned back into the desk, gripping it with her hands, and boldly raked her gaze over his entire body. She licked her lips as her eyes came to meet his and raised an eyebrow. His eyes darkened to dark forest green.
Closing the distance between them, Marshall gripped her hips and gruffly pulled her to him.
“Am I making you hot right now?” he murmured, brushing his full lips against hers.
“Maybe you should check.” She raised a brow. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, sweeping across her lips.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for every damn time you get sassy with me,” Marshall said, whipping her around and bending her over the desk.
He reached a hand up her skirt, exploring the heat between her legs.
Growling, he pulled off her underwear and tights, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.
Colette gasped as the cool air of the room danced across her overheated skin.
“I have a way of dealing with difficult employees, and so far, you’ve been my most challenging,” Marshall whispered hotly in her ear.
Caressing the curve of her ass, he pulled his hand away and spanked her, eliciting a sharp cry. Panting beneath him, Colette squirmed and squeezed her thighs together. “Now, let’s see if you’re hot for me.”
She groaned as he slid an exploratory finger along her slit. Colette closed her eyes in relief, wanting him to go deeper and ease the ache building in her core. “Feels good, but it’s not quite ready.” He began to pull his hand away, and she pushed back against him, daring him to stop.
“I want more,” she begged, rubbing herself shamelessly against his hand.
Marshall dragged two fingers along the seam of her core and Colette whimpered.
“Shhh, you’ll upset the horses,” Marshall admonished, pressing two fingers inside her.
Colette covered her mouth with her hand to quiet her voice as his fingers curled inside her and began stroking her most sensitive spot.
The one she could never reach on her own.
Her breath shuddered in her chest as his fingers moved within her.
Her nipples ached, her skin burned, and her pussy drenched his fingers.
Marshall inhaled a slow breath, reaching his other hand around to undo the top buttons of her blouse.
Colette pushed eagerly against his fingers inside her, chasing the release that was building.
There was nothing more satisfying than making Marshall lose his cool.
Her body lit up like New Year’s Eve fireworks whenever he entered the room, and she was soaked.
She tilted her head back and he kissed her roughly.
Her body gave him all the permission he needed to take whatever he wanted.
His rough hands squeezed her nipples through the cotton fabric of her bra, making her center clench around him.
He moaned into her neck, picking up the pace of his fingers, entering and withdrawing, curling and stroking.
Her body didn’t stand a chance, the flutters around his fingers begging for more.
You’d think living with him meant she would be satisfied at some point, but the truth was…
Her body always hungered for more.
Squeezing and rubbing his thumb over her nipples sent her spiraling over the edge and she slapped the desk with her hand as she came all over his hand. Breathing heavily, she propped herself up, turning to look back at him with a saucy smirk.
Her eyes heated as he brought his fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them clean.
“Taste that?” he said.
A breathy “yes” was all she could muster.
“That’s what I do to my insubordinate employees,” he said.
Colette glared at him over her shoulder. “All of them?”
A handsome grin spread over his face. “Well, just you.”
“I hope that’s not all you do. I was really bad today,” she pouted, her eyes challenging.
The clang of his belt on the ground sent sparks of excitement flying through her and she squeezed her thighs together.
“Nope, you’re right. You need an extra lesson in obedience,” he said, gripping his thick shaft in his hand and pumping it gently.
“Teach me,” she whimpered.
He ran the tip of his length along her slick opening, and she trembled, eager to be filled.
With one impatient stroke, he entered her, her body still clenching from her earlier release.
She gasped, squeezing her body around him to test his own control.
He hissed behind her as he pulled out, then pushed back in again.
“I love the way you feel on my cock,” he rasped, his hands gripping her hips as he filled her to the hilt. “So fucking ready for me.”
Leaning up on her elbows, Colette pushed back onto him, milking him with her body. It was her turn to see him lose control.
“Slow down, Colette,” he warned, pulling back her hair and kissing a path along the side of her neck.
She cried out as he reached a hand down her front and began to circle and tease her throbbing clit.
One of her hands took over a breast as she stroked and squeezed her nipple, bringing her body close to that peak once again. Her core tightened and squeezed.
“That’s it. Come on my cock,” Marshall spoke roughly. He picked up his pace hips slapping against her buttocks as he pumped into her. “Give it to me. Show me how well you can handle me.”
Teetering over the edge, Colette leaned her head back at the overwhelming heat shimmering around them. One touch, one squeeze, one pump, and she was over the precipice, eliciting a groan from Marshall.
“That’s my girl. You’re so fucking sweet.” With a few powerful thrusts, he emptied himself inside her, pulling her close to him. She squeezed every ounce of his pleasure from his body before they folded over, panting, and leaned onto the desk.
Marshall pulled himself out, pausing to swipe his cock in their combined juices once more as he left her body. He straightened her skirt before attending to dressing himself again.
She turned, slowly tying up the buttons of her blouse.
He maintained a challenging stare as he tucked his shirt, his expression softened by his handsome smirk. Once he was dressed, he pulled her close, grabbed her ass and squeezed.
“Let’s make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he said, his hot breath sending shivers careening through her body.
She scoffed. Leaning into him, she tilted her head up and pulled his mouth down to hers, sweeping her tongue along the seam of his lips. He reached a hand up to cup her breast, eliciting a soft gasp.
“I’m not sure you won that argument,” she whispered, lifting on her toes to press her lips against his. Inhaling the scent of leather and pine that was pure Marshall, she released a contented sigh. A girl could get used to having more delicious disagreements like that.