I’ve gotten greedy.
Now that I’ve had a taste of these cowboys, their hard bodies and calloused hands, I can’t stop. I catch myself staring at every single one of them, wanting to be passed around, filled up, left a sticky, satisfied mess.
But secrets don’t stay buried when you’re living, working, and showering with the same men every single day.
The boss is starting to ask questions.
It’s not if he finds out. It’s when.
And what happens when he does.
Book 2 of the Shared by the Cowboys duet.
