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about me using those handcuffs you think I have.”
                  With a grin I drop down by the water. I tilt my head for her to do the same. As soon as she does I state, “I'll tell you, but I gotta know first. Where'd you learn to ride like that?”
                  “Boarding school. Horseback riding was my gym credit every year. Fell in love with it from the first time I got on one.”
                  “Compete?”
                  “Occasionally. There were other studies I was more interested in, but when I did compete, I always won. My father had a saying. I'd overheard him say it more than once. If you're not going to compete to win, do not waste your time.”
                  On a grunt, I relax my arms back behind me, stretching out my large frame. “Sounds like something my family would say.” Turning to face her I ask, “Boarding school? How long did you go?”
                  “I had nannies until I was old enough for Kindergarten, then boarding school until I was recruited.”
                  “How early did they get you?”
                  “I was graduating at 16 and enrolling in one of their programs by 17.”
                  “Parents proud?”
                  Jazz pulls her legs to her chest. “Disappointed.”
                  Baffled I choke out, “What?”
                  “My father makes billions and does a great job helping others do it with the same skill set I have. He expected something similar from me. Not to 'waste my life' on a 'frivolous desk job'.”
                  “If only he knew you had more than a desk job.”
                  “He wouldn't care. Doesn't rack in the type of income he approves of.” After a beat she shakes her head. “Nothing I do, he approves of.”
                  In a mumble I sigh, “I know the feeling.”
                  Slowly I roll my head back her direction to see her staring at me, a nervous yet excited expression creeping into her eyes. This is the permanent problem with her. One minute she's strong, independent, holding her own, and within a matter of moments she's melting, offering me....her surrender. The chance to demand whatever it is I want from her. The chance to get it. Complicated doesn't scratch the services of the situation or my feelings for that matter.  To call falling for a woman whose entire existence is locked up tighter than Ft. Knox complicated, would be belittling in the very least.
                  With another head tilt, this time for her to come to me, she obeys scooting her body over until we're hip to hip. Her intoxicating smell in combination with her mouth-watering look, feels like the devil's temptation on the steps of a church. A sin so sweet, even the angels are tempted to weep. Losing self-control with each passing breath beside her, I roughly yank her so she's straddling my lap.
                  By the way her body is grinding itself against mine, I can say it doesn't object. Her lips on the other hand are prepared to plead a case. “Lordy...”
                  “Yes darlin',” the words roll out of me and through her by the way she shudders.
                  “If we...if we cross this line...there's no coming back.” The uneasiness from the decision having to be made causes her bright green eyes to slightly dull. “I know, we've...played with it in the past. Flirted with it. Treated it like a child learning the definition of what straight means, but if we...if we...”
                  “If we, what Jazz?” the huskiness in my voice increases as does my grip on her hips.
                  “If we break this rule, we can't undo the damage that's going to come. The backlash. The repercussions. It's not going to end well.”