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rhythmically up and down, up and down, up…his control slipped a notch…and down…up…she did something with her tongue and he gasped…down…once more…and up…blood rushed in his ears… now .
    With a ragged cry, he came, his cock pulsing inside her warm mouth. She sucked more vigorously as she swallowed, and swallowed again. Pleasure rolled over him in waves so strong he was afraid he might pass out.
    But he didn’t, and gradually the world came into focus and he slumped against the seat. A raven perched on the hood of the truck and stared at him. Good thing a bird hadn’t flown in the open windows of the cab, although he might not have noticed. A bear could have tried to climb in and he might not have noticed.
    Emily released him gently with lingering kisses, and then she tucked his johnson carefully back into his jeans. He realized he was still gripping her hair, caveman style. He let go and she sat up.
    “Emily, that—” He sounded like a rusty hinge, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “That was unbelievable.”
    She smiled and combed her hair back from her face. Her green eyes sparkled and her lipstick was gone, but her mouth was rosy from all that activity. “Better, now?”
    “You have no idea.”
    “See how easy that was? Problem solved, and nobody has to be the wiser.”
    “You can damned well count on me not to say anything.” Now that he was recovering from his state of bliss, he noticed that although his breathing had returned to normal, hers hadn’t. The rapid rise and fall of her breasts brought his attention to another fact—under her T-shirt and bra, her nipples were standing at attention.
    “My lips are sealed,” she said. “It’s our little secret.”
    Intrigued with his new thought, he studied her. Her cheeks were flushed and when his glance traveled over her, she shivered slightly. “Emily, I’m thinking that by solving my problem, you’ve created one for yourself.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Maybe now you’re the one jacked up on sexual frustration.”
    She waved a hand dismissively. “Maybe just a little. No problemo.”
    “That’s not fair. Do you want me to—”
    “No!” She drew back against the door. “I mean, no, thank you, although it’s kind of you to offer.”
    “It’s not kindness that prompted me. I want to.” Now that he understood what had happened, his fingers itched to slide inside her panties and return the favor.
    “It’s a bad idea. One little episode like we just had can be pushed under the rug. Making out all afternoon—not so much. We could slide right into a full-blown affair if we’re not careful, and the more we get involved, the more likely we’ll be found out. Besides, we have work to do.”
    “That’s a fact. But if we skip the horseback ride, then we’d have time for me to even the score.” And he’d love to do that. Giving her a climax now seemed like a most excellent concept, and no one would ever have to know about that, either.
    She shook her head. “We’re already even. I created a problem for you and now I’ve taken care of it. We need to move on.”
    “What’s the matter? Are you afraid to let me see you lose control the way I just did?”
    “Of course not! I’m trying to minimize our involvement. Anyway, giving a guy an orgasm just involves unzipping his pants. With a woman it’s more complicated.”
    “Not really.” He was growing impatient with her stubborn refusal.
    “It is, too, more complicated. Your…equipment is all external. Mine’s internal.”
    “Insignificant details.”
    “Anatomically speaking, it’s not insignificant at all.”
    “Practically speaking, it is. I might have to unfasten your belt and unbutton your jeans, but that takes no time. I’m a cowboy. I know my way around a pair of women’s britches.”
    “I’m sure you do.”
    “All I need is room to maneuver.” He gave her a lazy smile. “If you’d said yes five minutes ago instead of arguing with me, you’d be