“I don’t do any such thing,” she insisted tilting her chin up glaring at him.
“Oh yes you do, my pretty little brat. You did it this morning at Ma’s and now you’re trying to do it again so let me make myself clear. You will not be part of the day to day running of The Duchess. You will not arm those girls with weapons that can be used against them or that they could unintentionally shoot themselves with, God forbid.
“You will hire someone competent who is capable of managing your saloon and protecting the girls. You will hire some security. I won’t have you pacing the floors every night wondering what’s going on and worrying about the girls when you should be in bed loving your husband.”
“But Morgan, I’m not sure I can afford all that. I’m just starting out; it’s a new business and I’ve already put a lot of money into it. Soon the girls will have worked off their fares and I’ll have to start paying them, and now you want me to pay a manager and for security? I just don’t see how I’ll ever turn a profit, not with paying back the original loan.”
“I don’t care if we never make a profit,” he insisted.
“Well I certainly do,” she huffed sliding away from him on the seat. “I started that business so I wouldn’t have to be beholden to some man…”
“Mrs. Whittaker,” he ground out, “I am not some man, I’m your husband and I will provide for you. We agreed before we got married that you were not going to run The Duchess.”
“Yes, but now you’re adding all kinds of rules. I just don’t think it’s fair. Why can’t we run it together? There’s plenty of room upstairs and then we wouldn’t have to inconvenience your mother.”
“I thought you wanted a home of your own and babies, remember that?” he asked narrowing his eyes at her.
“Oh I do, Morgan; I really do want all those things. It’s just that money is mighty important, and I can’t see throwing it away, not when we’re perfectly capable of doing these things ourselves,” she pleaded prettily. “What? Stop looking at me as though I’ve suddenly grown horns or something.”
“I’m wondering,” Morgan drawled, pulling the team to a stop and setting the break. “Maybe you’d better take off your bonnet and let me check, just to be sure.”
Callie Mae shot him a hurtful look and turned her back on him, crossing her arms across her chest. In the blink of an eye, he snagged an arm around her waist and hauled her onto his lap.
“Now I suppose you’re going to pout?” he teased, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple.
“Stop it, Morgan,” she hissed, slapping at his hand and struggling to get away. “We’re in public, someone may see.”
“Honey, this is far from public,” he laughed, looking far up the road and not seeing a bit of dust kicking up.
When she looked up to scowl at him, his lips claimed hers in a possessive kiss that made her dizzy and forced her to close her eyes against the bright sunlight. His strong grip around her middle held her in place and she never realized he’d released her breast until she felt his hand slide under her skirts. He made a beeline for her drawers, skimming her thigh along the way and separating the slit in the fine fabric.
Quickly closing her legs didn’t help a bit and his mouth smothered any complaints. Soon he found what he was searching for and groaned into her mouth as she started the embarrassing leaking. Good grief, she was shameless, she thought with a shudder. Someone could come along any moment and it made it all that much more exciting.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered against her lips as he stroked her nub in tiny circles. “Do you remember that spanking I gave you?” he asked, trailing his lips across her cheek to her ear.
“Which one?” she panted softly, feeling him grow hard beneath her bottom.
“The one that worked,” he said, nibbling on her neck.
“Yes, yes, I remember,” she murmured back, gasping as he slid his finger inside her, pumping it in and out gently.
“That’s good baby. Do you want to know why?”
“Uh huh,” she sighed.
Morgan smiled and added another finger staying perfectly still inside her.
“Because you’re getting another one just like it today,” he promised with his hot breath on her ear. Instantly he felt her clamp and flutter around him and grinned. “I don’t like your argumentative attitude, honey and it’s best I make that clear right away,” he continued forcing a firm tone as he nipped her lobe. “You’re my wife now, Callie Mae, and my responsibility. I want you to know that I will spank you as often as necessary to ensure you mind what I say.”
Callie Mae felt breathless and on fire. When he failed to move his fingers, she began to move her hips, seeking some relief.
She had no idea what her body was giving away, no clue as to what he was learning about her Morgan realized with satisfaction. He was in command of her body and responses, but quickly losing control of his own. Swiftly he slid his hand from under her skirts and moved her to her feet before him. Keeping on arm around her waist he unfastened his trousers and freed his raging hard cock.
“Morgan,” she cried as she felt him lift her skirts to her waist. “What are you doing?”
“Hush,” he ordered as he maneuvered her backward. Slowly opening the gap in her drawers, he pulled her closer until he felt the slick entrance to her body. “Relax, baby,” he coaxed as he released her skirts. Taking her hips, he guided her down onto him with a guttural moan. “Oh, that’s so nice, so tight,” he praised.
Callie Mae was nearly boneless with pleasure. Fully impaled on him, she flopped back against his chest and allowed her eyes to open.
