Chapter 18: Things You Shouldn't See
Glock Ranch
Main House
June 12, 20—
3:03 A.M.
Nighttime served up a trilogy of naughty dreams. The first was set in a barn loft, seventy feet high. I swung from the rafters as Gray banged my bare bottom with his nine-inch tool and yelped in glory at the top of his lungs like the cowboy he was. The second dream was in Gray’s office at Roping Cowboys. He’d pushed my jeans down to my ankles and pinned me over his desk. As he thumped my rear, he spanked me with a sound like two rulers being slapped quickly together. The third and final dream was nothing like the other two. Yes, it was naughty, but not in a rough-and-tumble way. Gray and I were in a meadow enjoying a platter of fruit and cheese, and we were drinking wine. He leaned into me and begged to
