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right next to you while you throw yourself at my boss?”
“I am your boss.” She crossed her arms and looked at him.
“Yeah, right. Besides, Dustin is like fifteen years older than you.” He was dismissive but the clouds in his eyes continued with their storm.
She couldn’t help it, she had to bait him. “Who says I’m interested?”
“Your whole body is saying it,” He growled. He wasn’t disgusted, she realized. He was worried. Jealous.
“Look, I don’t know what you are trying to prove, that you are protective, or something. I dunno, some white knight? Let me explain something. I’m my own person, Luke. I make my own decisions. Live my own life. You don’t own me.”
Luke grabbed her by the shoulders, swooping down and taking her lips hostage. His kiss was strong, his lips hard against her own, possessive. So different from the one last night. The one that left her wanting more.
He didn’t stop there, though. He forced her lips open and slid his tongue past her teeth. Damn, he felt good. She let herself get swept up in him, wrapping her own arms around his neck and leaning into his kiss.
He pushed her away just as abruptly.
He stormed away from her and into the office. She couldn’t help but watch his ass sway as he walked. Angry or not, the man was sexy. Luke was autumn to Dustin’s winter.
***
Jayda followed him into that office. It was just Luke and her standing in the main room. It was clean and organized, a file cabinet next to the desk, a row of jackets. She peeked into the adjoining room at a set of lockers that she assumed was filled with equipment. So Salt and Pepper was a neat freak. Contrary to what she thought, all men didn’t have the organization of her father.
“Okay, so you need to wear a vest and a helmet if you are going to get within 50 feet of the practice bulls,” Dustin’s voice echoed, “Insurance and whatnot, but you know this already, I am sure.”
Where is he? Her mind was anywhere else, and she knew it was dangerous.
Craning her neck, Jayda peaked around into that room with the lockers. She couldn’t see him before but now she got a good look of his ass as he was bent over, head first between those metal walls reaching into the locker. The jean fabric was tight as he bent down, those cowboy jeans fitting just right.
“You think you could sign a few documents for me while you’re here?” He asked, as he popped back up with a helmet and a safety vest. “I was going to send them over, but since you’re here. I figure, it might be a good time to get it out of the way.”
He may have aged out of riding condition, but damn was he still in shape. She bit her lip as she watched that tight ass bob around while he was digging for equipment. God almighty, he’s fine.
Luke brought her back into the real world with a quick clear of the throat and a hand on the small of her back. Tendrils of pleasure and warmth spread out from his fingers, taking root in her body. A subtle reminder that he was there, and that he wanted her. Even if just for a bit a fun. The sexual charge was enough for her to forget where she was and beg him to take her to bed. She sidestepped him, hoping that the break in contact would bring her back to her senses.
“Ah, here we are,” Dustin emerged from the lockers and walked towards her with a vest and helmet that were clearly new. “Your father had them made for you about 10 months ago, when he figured you would be taking over soon.”
Dustin cleared his throat and looked at her. There was no pity in his eyes. Only admiration. She inspected the equipment. They were custom fit to her, black with pink writing. Tacky, not really her style, like a ditsy buckle bunny. A private joke between her and her father. She bit back the tears that were threatening to make their way out of her and down her face.
“Thanks, Dustin.” She said, shrugging them off with a laugh.
“Anything I can do for ya, ma’am. Anything at all.” His gaze lingered
“I am your boss.” She crossed her arms and looked at him.
“Yeah, right. Besides, Dustin is like fifteen years older than you.” He was dismissive but the clouds in his eyes continued with their storm.
She couldn’t help it, she had to bait him. “Who says I’m interested?”
“Your whole body is saying it,” He growled. He wasn’t disgusted, she realized. He was worried. Jealous.
“Look, I don’t know what you are trying to prove, that you are protective, or something. I dunno, some white knight? Let me explain something. I’m my own person, Luke. I make my own decisions. Live my own life. You don’t own me.”
Luke grabbed her by the shoulders, swooping down and taking her lips hostage. His kiss was strong, his lips hard against her own, possessive. So different from the one last night. The one that left her wanting more.
He didn’t stop there, though. He forced her lips open and slid his tongue past her teeth. Damn, he felt good. She let herself get swept up in him, wrapping her own arms around his neck and leaning into his kiss.
He pushed her away just as abruptly.
He stormed away from her and into the office. She couldn’t help but watch his ass sway as he walked. Angry or not, the man was sexy. Luke was autumn to Dustin’s winter.
***
Jayda followed him into that office. It was just Luke and her standing in the main room. It was clean and organized, a file cabinet next to the desk, a row of jackets. She peeked into the adjoining room at a set of lockers that she assumed was filled with equipment. So Salt and Pepper was a neat freak. Contrary to what she thought, all men didn’t have the organization of her father.
“Okay, so you need to wear a vest and a helmet if you are going to get within 50 feet of the practice bulls,” Dustin’s voice echoed, “Insurance and whatnot, but you know this already, I am sure.”
Where is he? Her mind was anywhere else, and she knew it was dangerous.
Craning her neck, Jayda peaked around into that room with the lockers. She couldn’t see him before but now she got a good look of his ass as he was bent over, head first between those metal walls reaching into the locker. The jean fabric was tight as he bent down, those cowboy jeans fitting just right.
“You think you could sign a few documents for me while you’re here?” He asked, as he popped back up with a helmet and a safety vest. “I was going to send them over, but since you’re here. I figure, it might be a good time to get it out of the way.”
He may have aged out of riding condition, but damn was he still in shape. She bit her lip as she watched that tight ass bob around while he was digging for equipment. God almighty, he’s fine.
Luke brought her back into the real world with a quick clear of the throat and a hand on the small of her back. Tendrils of pleasure and warmth spread out from his fingers, taking root in her body. A subtle reminder that he was there, and that he wanted her. Even if just for a bit a fun. The sexual charge was enough for her to forget where she was and beg him to take her to bed. She sidestepped him, hoping that the break in contact would bring her back to her senses.
“Ah, here we are,” Dustin emerged from the lockers and walked towards her with a vest and helmet that were clearly new. “Your father had them made for you about 10 months ago, when he figured you would be taking over soon.”
Dustin cleared his throat and looked at her. There was no pity in his eyes. Only admiration. She inspected the equipment. They were custom fit to her, black with pink writing. Tacky, not really her style, like a ditsy buckle bunny. A private joke between her and her father. She bit back the tears that were threatening to make their way out of her and down her face.
“Thanks, Dustin.” She said, shrugging them off with a laugh.
“Anything I can do for ya, ma’am. Anything at all.” His gaze lingered
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