Free MrBigStuff-epub by RG Alexander

Caroline bite her lip to hold in her laughter and stood, loving the way her cheeks heated when she looked at his jeans.
    “I could if you’d stop interrupting,” he muttered, reaching for his belt buckle and sliding it slowly out of the loops.
    He’d won it years ago at a rodeo and chuckled at the gaudy size of the thing, but it had become his good luck charm. Wearing it on the show had been his way of embracing what he’d been cast as, the big, brash, cocky Texan. The prop was such a hit they’d requested that he wear it to every cocktail party and promotional presser he attended. And the people who’d asked him to sell these jeans had demanded it as well.
    Caroline swallowed hard and Jefferson’s lips tilted wickedly. Maybe it was still lucky. “Stand up for me.”
    She pushed herself to her feet, her gaze wary when it fell on the belt dangling from his fingers. “What are you going to do with that? Remember, we aren’t alone.”
    “Just this.” Jefferson wrapped it around her waist and pulled her tight against him, turning them both so his back was facing the camera.
    “Oh,” she gasped when her flat belly pressed against his erection. “You are definitely a dangerous cowboy.”
    He tightened the belt around her and leaned down to bite her neck. “I aim to please. Wrap one leg around me, sweet Caroline. Give the man his show.”
    She did, and her hands slid around to cup the cheeks of his ass. He bit the inside of his cheek hard when her hips started to rock against him subtly.
    “Caroline, you’re killing me.”
    She was staring at his mouth. “If we were alone, you wouldn’t let me get away with teasing you. You’d tie me up with this belt, or you’d spank me with it, and make me behave.”
    “Fuck,” Jefferson breathed. “You are a wicked woman.”
    “That is money ,” Terry cried as he ran from one side of the studio to the other, snapping away. “Jefferson, we need to see that belt. Toss it over your shoulder with the buckle facing me. And temptress, drag his jeans down just a touch. Not enough to reveal all his secrets, just enough to give the suggestion that he’ll be out of them soon. Yes!”
    Jefferson smiled tensely as Caroline obeyed with shaking fingers. “He sounds like he’s enjoying himself.” He slung his belt over his shoulder and reached for her again, tugging her skirt higher on her thighs. “And I know you are.”
    Her eyes were wide, and such a rich forest green he could drown inside them. He could feel her heart racing as wildly as his own and the temptation she presented made his chest rumble with a repressed growl.
    He whipped her around so her back was against him. He wrapped one arm across her chest and gripped a handful of the silky black fabric that covered her with the other, desperate to get her out of it. Caroline leaned her head back on his shoulder, moaning when his fingers slipped into the inviting dip of her neckline.
    “Yes! Yes!” Terry sounded like he was the one having sex, and he was closer than Jefferson would have liked.
    “Yes,” Caroline whispered when the tips of his callused fingers scraped across her nipple and he bit her shoulder.
    He’d wanted to seduce her, maybe impress her, and this morning he’d been sure he was a genius. Now his brain had left the building, heading off for greener pastures because all the blood in his body had rushed to his cock.
    Caroline was in his arms and ready for him. So soft and warm and willing it was torture not to taste her. To touch her the way he wanted to. But it wasn’t that kind of photo shoot.
    He forced himself to look up and seek out the photographer. He glared through lowered lashes while the man continued to work. “We’re done, right?”
    “Oh, the possessive glare. Yes. She’s yours. That is it, cowboy. Take her hard. Sell those jeans.”
    Caroline’s laugh was weak and breathless with the same tinge of desperation he was feeling. He stepped back and reached for her hand, tugging