I love me some cowboys and I especially loved Brawley he was just a passionate person, "come upstairs with me. Stay the night." He trailed kisses along her neck, her collarbone. She shivered, and he knew she was close." He's a smarta**, "lot of weight behind him. Left a bruise. No big deal." He waggled his brows. "On the other hand, maybe it does hurt some. Want to kiss it? Make it all better?" He gives the best compliments, "wouldn't think of it." He patted her bare bottom and rested his chin on the top of her head. "God, you smell good." Brawley has a way of making Maggie forget her thoughts, "the truth?" Pants on and zipped, button still undone, he faced her squarely. Staring at those rock-hard abs, that amazing six-pack, she almost forgot the question."
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