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was going on beneath the glossy public surface. The fact that Michael Canton looked at her as though she was naked and spread-eagle every time he turned those dark eyes on her was neither here nor there. She was a journalist, not some horse groupie, so he’d better watch what he said and did to her.
    Her gaze fell on one of the stables. Hmm…Since there was no one around, maybe this was the perfect time for a bit of pre-meeting research. Smiling, she walked forward and, with a furtive look left and right, pushed open the stable door and ducked inside.
    At first, she heard nothing but the soft nicker of a huge black and white horse in the first stall. He or she pricked its ears, huge brown eyes roaming over her, before it came forward to greet her. Caroline absently stroked the velvet smoothness of its nose, her gaze concentrated on the walkway ahead of her. She narrowed her eyes and strained her ears when the sounds of a distinctly different—human—noise drifted toward her.
    Her stomach knotted with excitement.
    As Caroline crept closer, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled. No one but her and whoever was currently and quite audibly enjoying a wholly animalistic pleasure. She stepped closer. Although she’d left her apartment this morning hoping for a financial or moral scandal rather than a sexual one, something like this would keep her editor happy until she could dig deeper into Michael Canton’s life. Sex sells. And judging by the grunts and pants emanating from a stall farther down the aisle, this was clearly sex that would sell.
    Sex in a stable. Jesus, the tabloids will have a field day. Especially if the participants were well-known. Caroline bit back a gleeful smile with difficulty.
    Please, God, let it be one of the top show jumpers banging a less than “suitable” stable girl—or boy.
    Caroline leaned back against the stable wall, took a deep breath, and leaned around to peer into the stall.
    The woman’s massive breasts swung back and forth as the guy behind her grunted and strained against her ass. He thrust into her like a machine, his face contorted in pleasure as he drove his cock into her pussy over and over. The slap of skin on skin added to the erotic atmosphere as Caroline stared, her eyes wide and her body heating.
    The woman’s dress and pink satin bra had been wrenched down beneath her breasts, while its skirt had been hitched up high on her waist. Caroline pursed her lips against the laughter tickling her throat. That would need ironing before she walked outside.
    Caroline’s nipples tightened. The guy was gorgeous. Sandy blond hair, a bare sun kissed, muscular chest, and a face so sculpted that he was almost too handsome. She preferred the ruggedly handsome type. Michael Canton came unbidden into her mind. Worse, she envisioned him banging into her from behind. Moisture pooled in her pussy. How long had it been since a guy had fucked her like that? Too bloody long.
    As she stared, the guy gripped the woman’s dark hair in one hand and reached around her hip to rub her clit with the other, his hips moving like pistons. He pulled her head back and thrust violently into her pussy—shit, maybe his cock was buried in her ass. The woman growled with satisfaction and Caroline shivered. Lucky girl.
    “Enjoying the show?” The low, masculine rumble of Michael Canton’s voice brushed over the hairs at the nape of her neck.
    Shit.
    Caroline’s heart stopped and her cheeks burst into flame. She spun around and he winked, pressing a finger to her open mouth.
    “Follow me.” He mouthed.
    Sliding his finger from her lips, he clasped her hand and dragged her away from the stall. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve yanked her hand away from any man who demanded that she do anything. The thing was—being caught watching a couple fuck combined with the sight of Michael’s naked torso, sleek tan pants, and black leather riding boots—Caroline wanted to follow him anywhere.
    The situation