Free Black Conley by Shari Dare

beautiful woman, Belle Barton. Someday I hope you realize just how lovely you are. It's a shame that you hide your best assets with the sham that you're tough as nails. Something tells me that with the right man, you could be downright dangerous in bed."
    Belle fought the urge to slap his face for making such a suggestion. As her employee, he had no right to say such a thing to her. Rather than act on her intensions, she held her tongue. Being her employee was only a ruse so that no one could figure out what he was doing on the Double Bar B before he had the evidence he needed to convict Clayte Adamson of rustling.
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    Black enjoyed watching Belle squirm. Of course, the view of her breasts was an added bonus. They were large enough that they would fit perfectly in his hands. He wondered if he would fit as perfectly inside her.
    He'd bedded many whores in his day, and that was exactly what they were; whores, receptacles for the pent-up need that filled his cock as well as his mind. They were not the women that dreams were made of. Belle Barton was such a woman.
    He could almost imagine slipping his cock into her velvety folds and riding her like he would a wild mustang. It would be an adventure to teach her the joys of being with a man. Earlier he had thought she was not a virgin, but her behavior said otherwise. If she didn't have experience, he'd have to go slowly so as not to hurt her. He'd only ever taken the virginity of one woman and although it had been satisfying to be the first man to lie with her, he had regretted his actions. It wasn't right to take a woman for the first time unless you planned to spend the rest of your life with her.
    Trying to get his mind off Belle, he concentrated on the lovely girl on his grandfather's ranchero. Her name had been Teresa, and she'd been the daughter of his grandfather's foreman. She'd dogged him until he finally gave in and took her in back of the barn. When her virginity had given way to him she'd cried, but urged him to go further until at last they were both lost in the throes of passion. She had lost her virginity on the same afternoon as he lost his. It had been pleasant, but at the same time, he was ashamed. She deserved better than him. The next day he left the ranchero to take care of the unfinished business he'd left in Texas.
    When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Roy and Annie greeted them. “I told you Black would look good in Matt's old suit,” Annie declared. “Tomorrow I'll wash up the rest of the clothes in the trunk and get them put in the drawers and closet."
    "I can take care of my own clothes,” Black protested.
    "You'll learn that you can't argue with Annie,” Belle teased. “I should know, I've lost enough arguments with her. Speaking of which, where are the rest of my clothes?"
    Black smiled at the exchange between Belle and Annie. He had wondered why Belle had chosen this particular dress to wear.
    "Oh, dear,” Annie said, wringing her hands in mock distress. “Did I forget to bring your clothes in off the line? It was such a perfect day I thought I should air them out before winter."
    "Sure, you forgot,” Belle replied. “When you were cleaning, wasn't it just convenient that this was the only dress you didn't take out to air? As a matter of fact, it isn't even my dress. Unless I'm wrong, it belongs to Kate."
    Blacked laughed at her statement. “I think it was a very appropriate choice,” he said, tightening his grip on her hand. “As much as I like the way you look in those britches and shirt, this dress is ten times better.” With his free hand, he reached up to trace a line from her jaw down her neck. Before he reached her breasts, he felt her tense and pulled back.
    "I'll thank you to keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Conley.” The tone of her voice told him she meant business.
    "I've never seen the boss so flustered before,” Cara commented. “Just what kind of magical spell do you have cast over her, Black?"
    "There's