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exercise in torture as his mother had placed Billie next to him at the table. He “accidentally” brushed the side of her breast while holding the platter of roast beef for her. Trying to adjust for some space for his very aware penis, his leg brushed hers. It didn’t help distract him from trying to imagine where it was on her body he wanted to shove his cock into first. In the background he heard snippets of conversation about this year’s calving season, joy at having a full-time doctor in town, and an off-color joke unsurprisingly from Donny. Unfortunately, all that he could focus on was her. Surprise registered as the smoldering heat from his eyes was uninhibitedly reflected back as he gazed into hers. He had to clench his hands on his knees under the table.
    He made it through dessert where everyone had devoured Billie’s apple pie before he was able to get some. He noticed that she suddenly leaned over to him, having noticed his look of dismay at the empty pie plate.
    “I saved a piece of my pie just for you. It’s in my fridge, try not to frown so,” Billie said quietly.
    Awareness of the unintentional images flared. One thought led to another and he decided that he couldn’t wait another second. As everyone rose to help with clearing the table, he firmly took her hand. He leaned toward his mom and told her that he was going to show Billie the horses as she was interested in getting some for herself.
    Billie was very aware of the smiling and hopeful looks being passed from mother to father as she gracefully rose and followed Jackson outside.
    Once outside, she felt as he shifted his hand from hers to her waist. Apparently, since she was in her sexy four-inch heels, he didn’t want her to fall as they maneuvered their way through the darkness to the barn. The closer contact of their bodies forced liquid heat to pool in her pelvis.
    His hand was firmly at her waist and she was tucked under his arm against his hulking height. Jackson effortlessly slid open the outer door and quickly pulled it shut so as to not allow too much cold air in the barn.
    Once inside she found herself momentarily alone in a sea of blackness. She smelled the strong scent of horses and hay with a nervous smile.
    “Jackson? Where are you? I know it is going to ruin your image of me being a tough city girl and all, but I am actually afraid of the dark.”
    She let out a squeal as strong muscular arms gently wrapped around her from behind. She certainly hadn’t been freezing yet but was definitely getting cold. Now all she could do was sigh with the double pleasure that his arms afforded her. They were providing both warmth and stoking the fires of her simmering arousal. In this position she could feel his entire body dwarf her with his great height as he was plastered against her back. She leaned her head back to rest against his chest, trusting him enough to again close her eyes. She felt like he was burning into her and she didn’t mind the flames one bit. His hands shifted and began a gentle inspection of her waist and hips. His hot fingers applied massaging pressure as she suspected he was inspecting her body. She moaned her approval while allowing her hands to slightly reach back of their own accord and rest on his rock-hard thighs. She felt her feminine parts flood with moisture as his hands lightly but confidently started to run down the front of hers as well. As his gentle exploration continued, she heard the change in his breathing. Hot rushes of air caressed her throat. He was leaning down, allowing his fingers to massage the lean muscle of her thighs while he ran his lips over the shell of her ear. She allowed herself to mimic his movements by running her hands over the raw power of his legs. It was all muscle and hardness beneath her questing fingertips, so much so she felt faint. She didn’t have any experience with men built like Jackson was. Matthew has been her study partner, not this specimen of raw masculinity.
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