Knocked Up by a Cowboy

The moment I saw my new farmhand half my age, I knew I had to have her.

Angelica.

Those eyes, those curves.

Twenty-five years old with her v-card up for grabs.

I retired from football to revive the family farm, and I hired her to help me.

I can’t keep my eyes off of her.

I’m hungry for her and I always take what I want.

All I can think about is claiming her innocence.

And so I did.

Now I have to listen to my heart and make a choice: make her mine forever or let her go.

It’s not easy – especially when she shows me that little stick with two pink lines…