Buck Naked
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He knelt down to grab the shovel when a shadow passed over him. He turned to the open barn door.
Sabine stood framed in the doorway; her newly auburn hair gracing her shoulders and a dainty hand on her cocked hip.
“You lost or something?” He struggled to get the words out. His throat had closed up the moment he saw her.
Sabine smiled. “I don’t think so.”
Evan stepped closer to her. Although her looks changed—new hair, colored contacts—her scent was unmistakable. It stirred something deep and feral inside him.
“You must’ve took a wrong turn.”
“No, I think I turned right where I should have.”
* * *
He was as sexy as she remembered. Maybe more so. His chambray shirt was open and sweat glistened on his chest. The sleeves were rolled up, and his forearms bulged with strain. She looked him up and right down to his tan cowboy boots. Her chest tightened and the throb in her gut lowered. He was definitely worth the price.
“Maybe you’re not welcome.”
She took a step closer. “By the bulge in your pants, I’d say I am.”
He stared at her long and hard. She stared back. They were like boxers across a ring. No hesitation. No fear.
“What took you so damn long?”
“I had a short detour in the south of France.”
“Are you done with the detours?”
“Yes.” Her voice shook with anticipation.
He stepped closer. They were a couple of inches apart. Their hot breath mingling as one. “How do I know?”
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to him. “I’ll just have to tie you, buck naked, to my bed and never let you leave.”
“That works, too.”
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard on the mouth. Some things were worth risking for. A necklace worth one hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars (she had upped the price), and love, the sloppy kind you have to clean up with a mop and bucket.
THE END
About The Author
Vivi Anna lives in the shadows of the majestic Canadian Rockies with her gorgeous, brilliant daughter. When she’s not tantalizing readers, she enjoys an intense game of crazy eights and anything chocolate covered. Vivi Anna has had several short erotic stories published in various men’s mags and in three anthologies all penned under the name Vivian Black. She is hard at work on several other steamy novels, and hopes to one day write a self-help book for all those who ever put their nose up at her writing entitled “Why Be Good When You Can Be…Very Very Bad.