Smut Therapy

The Edge 1

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 4,500
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What’s a cowboy to do when the love of his life puts him on a boot-knocking schedule? In hopes of having a baby, Jenny sets a strict sex timetable. For Aaron, the zealous plan takes the fun and freedom away from their sex life, leading to stress and irritability on both of their sides. To make the baby they both want and survive each other’s tempers until that day, Aaron proposes a little smut therapy, but getting Jenny to agree will require more than words.

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Smut Therapy

The Edge 1

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 4,500
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“Are you going to just stand there, you, you, stinking cowboy?” She grabbed a plastic cup from the coffee table and threw it at him, hitting him in the chest. “I was going to go clean the barn, but if you’re not going to help me with my boots then I guess we’re both going to be losers.”

Her breasts heaved with every breath. She wore his favorite tight pink tank top. Just like her snug jeans, it hugged all the right places. She bitched about being built like a boy, but Aaron sure as hell didn’t see the similarities. Maybe she was a little short, but her ass curved, breasts beckoned, and even spouting flames, he wanted her.

A concentrated sexy change was about to arrive at the A & J Ranch. He needed it. She needed it. Patience and understanding hadn’t cut through Jenny’s welling emotions in the past. Wrapped up with negative thoughts, she wasn’t going to be the one to break them out of their funk. And Aaron couldn’t stand being at odds with his wife any longer.

He pushed away from the counter and strolled toward her, taking his time with each step because he knew the lazy swagger drove her crazy. He was the “stinking cowboy” in their relationship, the same as he’d been the day they’d married, nearly five years earlier. Jenny seemed to have forgotten he also knew how to rope her up and make her scream.

As if his calm, quiet approach made her think, she dropped the pillow she held and refused to meet his gaze. Next, she’d cry and let out all her feelings in an avalanche of self-doubt. Even though he loved her and wanted openness, neither of them needed another trip down Emotional Lane.

Aaron nudged her chin up until she looked at him, tears sparkling in her eyes.

“I found your boots outside on the deck after I watered the grass. They’re ruined and I’m glad. They were ugly.”

Fire sparked in her azure gaze, tears gone. “What? You destroyed them?”

“Total loss.”

She shoved his chest. “Jeez, Aaron. You are such a jerk sometimes. Why didn’t you check first? You know where I leave my boots. I swear you do stuff like this just to make me insane.”

He snagged her elbows when she moved to push him again. He didn’t mind her physical nature, but it was time to channel the anger somewhere productive. She glared at him, but he grinned.

“You want me to make you crazy, Jenny? I can do that.”

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