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    Sure enough, his growl of appreciation rumbled through her. With a nip on his lower lip, she jerked upward and speared herself with his cock.
    His primal grunt gave her satisfaction to the tips of her bare toes. Their gazes locked, sending her into a spinning haze of emotion. And then they started to move.
    He fucked her slow. Fast. Shallow. Deep. She came on his cock but he never slowed, driving her higher and higher until she feared the clouds of heaven were going to swallow her.
    When he stiffened, she skimmed her hands over his straining muscles of biceps, shoulders, spine.
    “Not. Finished.” He growled as he shook in her arms.
    Pressing her cheek over his racing heart, satisfaction warred with a hint of worry. She needed to be back in her booth, selling products. Networking with vendors who might distribute the Rawhide line. Instead she was lying beneath a man whose dead weight filled her with more happiness than she’d felt in forever.
    He raised his head, brow cocked and his jaw resting on her breast, his beard black against her paler skin. “You’re thinking loud again.”
    “Would you rather I think quietly?”
    “No, I’d rather you share what’s on your mind.” He rolled off, and she dragged in a full breath of relief after having her lungs compressed. She missed his weight, but he tucked her against his side.
    For a second, she thought about how to make this sound right without hurting his feelings. “Dusty, this has been great.”
    “Don’t you dare try a ‘but’ on me, Avalee. You’re not leaving this room today. Or tonight even. In fact, if I have to hold you prisoner until you agree this is not a mistake, I will.”
    Her heart rolled over and took off at a gallop. What was it about them lying in bed together that surrounded her with a feeling of intimacy she couldn’t shake?
    When he ran his warm hand all the way from her nape to her ass, there was no stopping the shiver of pleasure he raised. As if reading her thoughts, he said, “What’s the worst that happens? Your assistant runs out of Citrus Cowboy.”
    “Cowboy Citrus,” she corrected and felt her hair catch on his beard as he smiled. She shook herself. “That isn’t the worst that could happen. We both know we’re not going to continue this...whatever it is…after Cowboy Christmas and Finals end. There could be tension when we need to work together in the future.”
    “Only if you keep avoiding me, sugar.”
    In agitation, she sat up, folding her arms over her bare breasts. His eyes hooded again as he slowly dipped his focus to parts other than her face.
    “My father won’t like it. It’s not good business sense.”
    “No.” He walked his fingers up her knee, over her inner thigh and right to her pussy. She rolled under his touch, too affected and he damn well knew it. “It’s not good business sense, but half of good business is pleasure.”
    He tumbled her back into the sheets and swallowed her protests with a kiss that stole the last of her resistance. Curling her fingers into his hair, she closed her eyes and let him shower her in soft kisses. How could she fight his logic?

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Dusty watched Avalee’s chest rise and fall as she slumbered. His gaze ticked over her slowly, drinking in everything from breasts he wanted to bury his face between and never surface to her fingers lying vulnerable on the mattress.
    He’d only just met her, but he couldn’t deny a surge of protectiveness he felt when he looked at her. She gave a snort in her sleep, and he smiled. Somehow, her falling asleep in his bed seemed like a gift. She was allowing him to get to know her—all of her.
    Tossing a glance at the clock on the nightstand, he realized they still had some hours to kill before he was needed in the arena. His colleagues might advise against spending his energy in bed with a beautiful woman, but—
    He smiled. Nah, that’s exactly what they’d advise.
    Carefully he climbed out of bed, trying not to