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thought he’d have to douse his fly with ice water before he could get up from the table. He was just grateful he’d insisted on taking his own vehicle, pleading the necessity to be available if he got a call.
Last night she’d invaded his dream, strolling into his bedroom wearing nothing but the high heels he’d first seen her in and his Stetson. Holy shit. If he hadn’t taken himself in hand when he’d woken up, he’d have had a hard time walking today. And the image of her in heels and hat just wouldn’t quit. One of these nights he’d have to insist she dress like that.
One of these nights?
Just how long did he think this whatever it was would last? Sex with no strings, they’d agreed. He didn’t even have to worry about cultivating a friendship. They could just heat the sheets when the fire blazed. Exactly what he wanted, especially with a reporter. Jesus, how he hated reporters. This should be a no-brainer for him.
So why, after only one night with her, did he have a niggling little feeling that he was missing something here? That whatever he was doing, he was doing it wrong?
He gave himself a mental shake. He had work to do here. Bad enough he dreamed about this woman at night. He couldn’t afford to let her take residence in his mind during the day.
Lifting the receiver, he dialed a number from memory and waited to hear Charlie Whittaker’s voice.
Jinx hit the Send key on her computer to forward this week’s editorial to the graphics people for formatting. The subject had swirled around in her mind ever since the auction the day before. The horses being sold were animals that had been rescued from owners that abused or abandoned them, nursed back to health by rescue facilities until they were in shape to find a good home.
She was surprised that Matt and Buck had steered Dillon to this auction to buy the horse he wanted. But as he pointed out, he didn’t need a cutting horse or one who could go the distance on the trail. He just wanted a comfortable ride, he’d told them. He’d found one in a big appaloosa about seven years old. Jinx’s heart had caught slightly when she watched Dillon walk up to the horse, hold out his hand and the big gelding nuzzled it with no fear. Impulsively, she snapped the shot with her camera. It might make good art for a story.
She’d hung back while Dillon took care of paying the auctioneer and arranging to have the horse picked up. Seeing the two of them together—horse and man—had warmed something inside her. Or maybe it was just the incredible heat that consumed her whenever she was within five feet of him.
Jinx leaned back in her chair and ran her fingers through her hair. Images from the night with Dillon kept flashing in her mind. Images of him standing before her naked, his cock thick and swollen, his eyes dark with desire. Closing her eyes, she felt again the sensation of that cock sliding inside her, her pussy throbbing in response. Unconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together and felt the muscles in her tummy tighten. In one more minute—
“Uh, Jinx?”
She snapped upright so fast she almost knocked over her chair. Lew stood in front of her, a strange expression on his face.
Holy shit!
Just what she needed. To be caught in the middle of an erotic fantasy by one of her employees. Especially Lew, so young and impressionable. She cleared her throat and smoothed her hand down the fabric of her jeans, wishing she had ice water to dump over her head.
“I’m fine. Fine.” She pasted a smile on her face. “Did you need something?”
“I heard the new sheriff bought a horse. Everyone’s so hungry for information about him I wondered if you wanted a personal-info feature. Show him really settling in here.”
The next words popped out of Jinx’s mouth before she could swallow them. “I thought I’d call him or go by and see if there’s anything new on the body. I can talk to him and see if he’s up for a photo shoot.”
Damn. Why
Last night she’d invaded his dream, strolling into his bedroom wearing nothing but the high heels he’d first seen her in and his Stetson. Holy shit. If he hadn’t taken himself in hand when he’d woken up, he’d have had a hard time walking today. And the image of her in heels and hat just wouldn’t quit. One of these nights he’d have to insist she dress like that.
One of these nights?
Just how long did he think this whatever it was would last? Sex with no strings, they’d agreed. He didn’t even have to worry about cultivating a friendship. They could just heat the sheets when the fire blazed. Exactly what he wanted, especially with a reporter. Jesus, how he hated reporters. This should be a no-brainer for him.
So why, after only one night with her, did he have a niggling little feeling that he was missing something here? That whatever he was doing, he was doing it wrong?
He gave himself a mental shake. He had work to do here. Bad enough he dreamed about this woman at night. He couldn’t afford to let her take residence in his mind during the day.
Lifting the receiver, he dialed a number from memory and waited to hear Charlie Whittaker’s voice.
Jinx hit the Send key on her computer to forward this week’s editorial to the graphics people for formatting. The subject had swirled around in her mind ever since the auction the day before. The horses being sold were animals that had been rescued from owners that abused or abandoned them, nursed back to health by rescue facilities until they were in shape to find a good home.
She was surprised that Matt and Buck had steered Dillon to this auction to buy the horse he wanted. But as he pointed out, he didn’t need a cutting horse or one who could go the distance on the trail. He just wanted a comfortable ride, he’d told them. He’d found one in a big appaloosa about seven years old. Jinx’s heart had caught slightly when she watched Dillon walk up to the horse, hold out his hand and the big gelding nuzzled it with no fear. Impulsively, she snapped the shot with her camera. It might make good art for a story.
She’d hung back while Dillon took care of paying the auctioneer and arranging to have the horse picked up. Seeing the two of them together—horse and man—had warmed something inside her. Or maybe it was just the incredible heat that consumed her whenever she was within five feet of him.
Jinx leaned back in her chair and ran her fingers through her hair. Images from the night with Dillon kept flashing in her mind. Images of him standing before her naked, his cock thick and swollen, his eyes dark with desire. Closing her eyes, she felt again the sensation of that cock sliding inside her, her pussy throbbing in response. Unconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together and felt the muscles in her tummy tighten. In one more minute—
“Uh, Jinx?”
She snapped upright so fast she almost knocked over her chair. Lew stood in front of her, a strange expression on his face.
Holy shit!
Just what she needed. To be caught in the middle of an erotic fantasy by one of her employees. Especially Lew, so young and impressionable. She cleared her throat and smoothed her hand down the fabric of her jeans, wishing she had ice water to dump over her head.
“I’m fine. Fine.” She pasted a smile on her face. “Did you need something?”
“I heard the new sheriff bought a horse. Everyone’s so hungry for information about him I wondered if you wanted a personal-info feature. Show him really settling in here.”
The next words popped out of Jinx’s mouth before she could swallow them. “I thought I’d call him or go by and see if there’s anything new on the body. I can talk to him and see if he’s up for a photo shoot.”
Damn. Why
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