Strictly Professional by Sandy Sullivan Page A

he didn’t care. Savannah, alternating between whimpers and purring, had him on the edge of climax before he wanted to be, but he couldn’t seem to stop the rush.
    “Come for me, baby.”
    Her pussy clamped down on his dick so hard, he thought she would squeeze him in two.
    “Oh, God. Brandon!” she screamed and her slick juices spilled out, running down between them.
    Unable to hold back any longer, he plunged into her with a soft growl as he shot hot cum deep inside her.
    He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled her scent while he tried to calm his rapid breaths. Muscles felt like limp noodles when he tried to move. Groaning softly, he slipped from her warmth and pulled her to his side. He stared at the ceiling above them and tried to wrap his mind around why she’d invited him into her bed.

    * * * *

    What’s he thinking?
    Her fingers drifted through the smattering of hair on his chest while his heart pounded beneath her ear.
    “Brandon?”
    “Yeah.”
    She propped herself up on her elbow. “Have you ever been in love?”
    He shifted his gaze to the ceiling for a couple of moments before it came back to her. “Yeah.”
    She laid her head back on his chest. “Do you want to tell me about her?”
    A soft chuckle rumbled under her cheek. “Curious?”
    “You know all about my sordid past with Tony.” Her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I really don’t know much about you and I figured after what we just shared, I should know a little more than that you have a brother and two sisters and your parents own a place in Montana.”
    After several minutes he started to talk while he trailed his hand down her arm. “I met Rachel during my residency in New York. She was used to the finer things in life. Her family owns a condo on Central Park.”
    “Damn.”
    “Yeah.” He sighed. “Anyway, we dated for about a year and when I was offered the position here in Tennessee, she refused to move with me. She didn’t want any part of ‘hick country’ as she put it. She hated when I rode rodeo on the weekends. I moved here. She stayed in New York.”
    She frowned. I’d almost forgotten how much of a cowboy he is. “How long has it been since you’ve seen her?”
    “Over a year.”
    “You’ve been in Tennessee for quite a while, then”
    “Yep.”
    “How often do you ride rodeo?”
    “Every chance I get. I love to ride. Someday I want a place of my own to raise horses and cattle—a big place.”
    Her hand stopped the slow caress of his chest.
    The last thing I want is a cowboy. Or do I?
    She pushed herself up and swung her legs over the side of the bed before she grabbed her bathrobe lying over the chair.
    “Savannah?”
    She stood and cinched the belt tight. “I’m going to make some coffee.” Without a glance behind her, she headed for the kitchen. Methodically, she poured grounds into the basket on the coffee maker and put water in the carafe.
    He slid his hands onto her shoulders and she fought the shiver that ran through her body with his touch. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
    Forcing her to turn toward him, he put his finger under her chin and brought her face up so she’d have to look him in the eye.
    At least he put his pants back on.
    “Baby, come on. I can tell something’s bugging you.”
    “I hardly know you and I just let you fuck me.”
    “And? It’s not like I picked you up in a bar, Savannah.”
    At least I wouldn’t feel like I’m half in love with you already if you had.
    She snorted and said, “Might as well have.”
    He dropped his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. “What’s gotten into you?”
    Pulling her pride around her like a shield to guard her heart, she said, “Well maybe this morning will get me what I want since you didn’t want to buy into the whole baby-making thing.”
    “Excuse me? You didn’t just say that.”
    Tears burned the back of her eyelids, but she refused to cry. “Since we didn’t use any protection and