Erotica- So Not A Cowboy/ Spanking by Starla Kaye Page A

from moving on with her life, too.
    The breeze from the air conditioner sent a chill through her, making her aware once more that she wasn't fully clothed. Why had she agreed to this ridiculous idea of walking around half-dressed? Or to cooking breakfast? And why on earth had she let him spank her, even if it had really only been in foreplay? Her bottom still tingled and her body continued to thrum with the way he'd kept her aroused and taken her from orgasm to orgasm.
    She walked barefoot to the small kitchen, amazed that she was actually excited about trying out her wifely skills to feed her man…besides in the bedroom. Her man . Erik was just that, for now. The situation couldn't last, though, the urgency of the phone conversation making that clear. He would be leaving soon. She knew it and she didn't like thinking about it.
    Saddened by the idea, she blinked back tears and wandered to the refrigerator. It and her pantry was always fully stocked, but not by her doing. No, Tanya took care of it. Her friend didn't mind throwing out items past their “good by” date, but she insisted that food be there in case Mandy got desperate and needed to eat after missing some of the day's meals. It did happen occasionally. Today, she was thankful for the supplies.
    She pulled out eggs, cheese, and salsa. Then she found sausage patties in the freezer and grabbed a roll of biscuits from the refrigerator. While she defrosted the sausage and heated up the oven, she made scrambled eggs. Oddly, she felt very domestic, something she'd never really seen her as. But this wouldn't last long. There would be no need when Erik left.
    Finishing up the eggs, she set the skillet aside, feeling the weight of depression. Think of other things. Think about giving notice to the airline, about telling Drew you're taking over as the guest ranch manager. Think about sleeping by yourself again….
    Angry at her turn of thoughts, she pulled out a baking sheet and slammed it down on the counter. She practically destroyed the roll of biscuits before she managed to get them on the sheet and into the oven. Then she drew another skillet from the stove's bottom drawer and put it on a burner for the sausages. Her heart was pinching and tears threatening again. Darn it all. She shouldn't be doing this. She should be out with the men and the ranch guests.
    Footsteps heading her way captured her attention. Erik. She reached up to make sure her hair wasn't standing straight up or doing something odd. Then she frowned. Girly . She was acting more “girly” than she ever did, even when she was working a flight. Because of Erik . Because she wanted to impress him, please him. Wasn't she already doing that? Wasn't she standing here half-dressed at his request…at his order?
    She purposely stayed turned toward the stove, well aware that her recently-spanked bottom was on display. It should annoy her, yet it didn't. She placed the sausages in the skillet and turned on the burner. The heat she felt reminded her of the warmth spreading low inside her. She was very aware of Erik coming closer.
    He smelled of Ivory soap as he walked up behind her. She held her breath as he shifted her hair so he could kiss the side of her neck. She shivered and tried to duck away from him, but not too much. “I'm busy here.”
    “Making breakfast. Yes, I see that.” He nibbled her ear lobe, chuckling when she trembled. “It smells good. Almost as good as you do.”
    “You're not making this easy.” His hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbing the nipples until they hardened and ached. “Really.”
    “Am I in your way?” He squeezed each breast again, pushed his obviously hard rod against her bottom.
    “Yes.” But don't move away . She reached for a spatula to turn the sausages starting to sizzle in the pan.
    “This domestic side of you is a real turn on.” He nudged her legs apart, guided his shaft between her legs to rub along her pulsing lower lips.
    Mandy shivered all over,