Free Carnal Harvest by Robin L. Rotham

house.”
    She gave him a droll look. “Are you kidding? It’s taken me twenty years to get you trained right and I’m too old to start over with someone else now. Might as well keep you around a while longer.”
    “Think so?”
    “Definitely. After all…” She let her fingers tiptoe up his chest to his throat. “You have your uses.”
    “And what might those be?”
    Her hand slid around the back of his neck as she pulled him close and nibbled on his Adam’s apple. “Well,” she murmured. “You change the oil in my car every three thousand miles.”
    “Is that all I’m good for?”
    “Oh, no. You empty the mousetraps, too.”
    He grinned. Mandy wouldn’t go near a dead mouse on a bet. “Yeah, I can see where you’d need me for that.”
    She quirked a brow at him, eyes twinkling. “And you clean up your messes under the kitchen table.”
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    Hake looked at her blankly for a minute and then roared with laughter, clutching her to his chest. “You hope so, anyway. Anything else?”
    “Well…” She tried to push him back on the mattress, but he resisted. “Hake, it’s hard to seduce you if you won’t cooperate.”
    “Maybe I want to seduce you,” he said, giving her a little push of his own.
    “Oh, well in that case…” She let him guide her back into the middle of the mattress and sighed when he pulled the bedspread away from her breasts. He was the only one who hadn’t gotten to play with them today and he intended to remedy that right now.
    “Your new bra looks great on you.” He feathered his tongue over her nipple and then lifted his head. “But it looks better off.”
    “You can’t even see it,” Mandy protested breathlessly, threading her hands through his hair and tugging him back to her breast. “It’s still downstairs somewhere.”
    “Good place for it,” he breathed against her skin. He smiled when she shivered.
    Trailing his tongue across her breastbone, he gave the other nipple a flick. It hardened immediately.
    “Hake,” she moaned.
    “Now, now,” he teased, looking up into her darkening eyes. “You need to work on your patience, Miss Mandy. Today wasn’t supposed to be all about me, but it kind of turned out that way, so tonight is all about you—and I intend to see that it lasts a long, long time.”
    She stuck out her lower lip again, though he could tell she was fighting a smile.
    “You’re so ruthless.”
    “You know you love it,” he laughed.
    “I do. And just so you know, Hake Andrew Stivers…” Her hand slid down his belly as she looked him in the eye. Bypassing his cock, she cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze that was just this side of painful. “I can be ruthless, too.”
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    His heart thudded as he stared back at her. Jesus, she had his number now and she obviously wasn’t afraid to use it. “Is that so?”
    “It is.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “You’d better, because now that I know what it does for you, I’m going to be ruthless a little more often.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “I’ve created a monster.”
    “You know you love it,” she parroted back, batting her eyelashes at him.
    “Don’t let it go to your head.” Hake grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his crotch. Her breathing took on a ragged edge when he pinned both her wrists to the bed beside her head and moved his weight fully atop her. Wedging her legs apart, he settled his hips into the cradle of her thighs. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s the boss around here.”
    “Mmm.” Amusement curved her lips as even she squirmed beneath him, trying to maneuver his cock where she wanted it to go. “Why don’t you remind me?”
    “I will—when I’m good and ready.”
    Mandy laughed out loud. “How long is this battle of wills going to last?”
    “The rest of our lives,” Hake rumbled, sliding into her wet heat.
    Her lashes drifted down as she moaned, “Is that a threat?”
    “No, Mrs. Stivers.” He rested his