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Cory blushed, craned his neck, and gazed up at the stars. In a gruff, hesitant voice he said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], "I'm not a real cowboy."
"No?" She let her gaze slide over his body, from the tip of his pointy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], dusty cowboy boots, to his Texas tie. Languidly,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she asked,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], "What are you then?"
"A venture capitalist from Chicago." He cocked a half grin at her. "I thought I'd come here to find a good old fashioned country girl."
The irony caught her off guard and she chuckled. "I'm from New York City. I wanted a good old fashioned country boy."
His gaze turned serious as he hauled her back against him. "Too late. . . . I'm staking my claim and I'll fight any of those cowboys that come near you."
"Ditto,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Sir. I didn't really fancy living on the range with a lot of smelly cows anyway." She rubbed her aching behind and admitted, "And I don't ever want to ride that darn mechanical bull again as long as I live!"
Cory laughed. "Done. How about we hold any more talk till morning?" He nibbled her neck as his hands caressed her heated flesh.
All thought fled.
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