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His fingers curled around one cheek and spread them wide enough to slide his cock between them.

Windsor moaned and arched forward, driving her hips into his. She loved the feeling of his hardness against the cushion of her softness.

His palm cupped her mound, and the other arm came under her to cover one breast.

“You’re already soaked for me.”

His fingertips played along her wet slit as he lifted his hips to press his rod between her cheeks.

When he pulled away, she moaned in protest.

“Hold on. I got you.” Like it was the most natural transition in the world, he slid the head of his cock lower to her entrance. With one hand on her slick clit, he pressed inside in one smooth motion until she was full of him.

They both moaned.

“Sweet Lord,” he whispered. “God, you feel good.”

Ever so slowly, he began to move. When he was nearly out, Win pushed back, taking him deep again.

“Oh my God,” she said, already feeling herself approaching the edge.

“I know,” he replied as her fingers gripped the sheet.

Slow and sweet, he fucked her until Win was burying her face in the pillow to keep from waking the entire ranch with her screams.

CHAPTER 19

There were some times it was really good to be an actress. Like when Marta was serving them breakfast at the kitchen island, and Win could pretend there was absolutely no chance she had heard them last night.

“The rest of the cast and crew arrive today, right?” Marta asked as she set Win’s egg white and spinach omelet in front of her.

“Around noon. There’s a caravan coming up from Missoula.”

“More equipment too?” Marta poured Bo some freshly squeezed orange juice, which Windsor had watched her make this morning. “I am amazed at how much stuff it takes to make a movie.”

“If you only saw the fifty people and millions of dollars of hardware it took to capture every moment of two actors portraying an intimate scene … it would forever change your opinion of how romantic it was,” she said.

As Bo looked sideways at her over his pile of fluffy scrambled eggs and steaming bowl of oats and berries, Windsor immediately wished she’d picked a different example.

Thankfully, Marta was focused on a different part of her statement.

“Fifty? How are we ever going to fit them all in the cabins and bunkhouse?”

“We aren’t. We have a scaled-back crew, and some trailers will be arriving for those who requested them. We also booked the Lucky Duck Motel for the rest.”

“Oh, thank heavens. But still, we’re going to have a full house. Cookie is going to have his work cut out for him.”

“You know he loves it. Like a cattle drive, but at home every night, and tons of grateful mouths to feed.”

“Who’s Cookie?” Windsor asked in between bites of her omelet.

“He’s the ranch cook. He feeds the hands who live here, and during filming, he’ll feed everyone else.”

“He came up from a ranch in New Mexico. He makes the best wet burritos you’ve ever had in your entire life. Mmm-mmm,” Marta said.

Bo glanced over at Windsor. “Fifty bucks says you’ve never had a wet burrito.”

“How did you know?”