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Jessica.” He faced the arena and didn’t look at Brady. He didn’t want him to see too many emotions playing across his face. Brady was the only one who could read him, and he was worried Brady would see the pint-sized hellcat with the wicked mouth was taking down Conner “Never-Get-Involved” Raub.
    Brady snickered. “And I take it you worked things out?”
    “Yep. When are you ridin’?”
    “Soon.” Brady accepted his change of subject and they began to strategize their rides for the evening.
    * * * * *
     
    Jessica couldn’t contain the butterflies in her belly as she thought about the upcoming night. She did her job by rote, keeping an eye on the arena so she could see Conner ride, and tried to ignore the increasing ache in her sex. She was wearing Conner down—she could feel it. As the evening wore on, she vowed to submit to him in every way, no matter what. She knew about limits, but hers were pretty minimal and hardly stuff he’d be getting into in a hotel room anyway—gun play, knife play. Stuff like that freaked her out. A lot of the rest of it intrigued her.
    She watched him ride with a strange mix of trepidation and pride. When he made it through the required eight seconds and then scrambled away from the bull and jumped up onto the rail, she released a hard breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He scored well, leaving him in third place for the second day of competition. The riding ended and the draft began a little while later and she was too busy organizing everything to think much more about the upcoming night.
    When she finally finished he was waiting for her, his eyes hot. Her pussy heated, flooding with moisture. They began to walk out, keeping their stances casual as though they were just two people on the tour who happened to be heading in the same direction. He asked her within hearing of others if she wanted to share a cab, and she agreed in a careful monotone. But as soon as it pulled away from the arena he leaned over and pulled her hair back from her ear, licking the delicate shell. His teeth closed around the lobe, biting down gently.
    “I can’t wait to have my cock in your mouth again,” he murmured, his voice silky, wrapping around her like the warmest blanket and melting her from the outside in. “Here are your instructions. You’ll go to your room and take off all your clothes. Then slide your key under the door enough that I can grab it from the outside. Get on your knees between the beds and wait for me, head down. You understand everything I said?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. Her sex heated further and her lungs began to ache as the need for air became paramount.
    “What’s your safe word? You know what one is and what it’s used for, right?”
    “Filly.”
    “Filly?”
    “I like horses.”
    “All right then. Filly it is.” He leaned down and sniffed. “I can smell you.” His long fingers rubbed her pussy through her jeans. She moaned and he chuckled. Damn him. He was entertained by her torture? Of course he was. He was a Dom. And truth be told, this is what she wanted—a man who would take her over, direct her pleasure. She wanted to make a man happy, to serve him and be everything to him; the only one he needed and the only one he wanted.
    They arrived at the hotel and, after paying the cabbie, he got out, striding into the lobby and away from her. She knew he was trying to maintain the illusion they weren’t together, but it still stung a little as she walked along a good ways behind him. They took separate elevators and when she arrived in her room she quickly shed her clothes, put her key under the door and assumed the position Conner had ordered her to take. She had no idea if he would arrive in three minutes or three hours, but she didn’t want to disappoint him by not being ready.
    Tucking her chin to her chest, she waited. She wasn’t sure how long it was before she heard the telltale click of the door opening. Her heart began to pound