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need to do much work on you down here.” This time he gave it a playful pinch between his thumb and forefinger. It hurt but then suddenly felt so very, very good.
    “One way to find out,” I said. It was my turn to give him a playful grin.
    I barely had a chance to catch my breath before his finger slid into me. My pussy clenched as he began sliding it back and forth. Within seconds, his middle finger had joined it. He plunged them deep inside then pulled them out almost to the point where they exited my body, only to plunge them back into me but deeper and harder on each movement.
    Sensations were building down there already. I flopped back on the desk and pushed my feet down hard on its surface, squeezing my ass cheeks together to enjoy the ride he was taking me on.
    I wiggled as he drove hard into me. I usually got some warning when I was about to climax, like a pulling in my belly, but this one took me by surprise.
    “Shit, that was great,” I said, shaking from head to toe.
    “Yeah, I’d say that article is dead accurate,” said Blake.
    I sat up and looked at him through my parted legs. He was now standing over me. I pushed my leg under his towel and placed my foot on his cock. It was rock hard up on his belly and, oh my, were all cowboys this well endowed?
    I gave it a playful push with my big toe.
    “Hey, hey, I just realized I don’t have any condoms in this damn place.” He pushed me down and kissed me. “So don’t you dare get me worked up because, yeah, we could fuck, and I could pull out of you before the deed was over, but that felt like one hot, tight little pussy, and I don’t think I could do it. The last thing I want to do is get you pregnant.”
    I slid my middle finger down the side of his face. “Nope, I wouldn’t want that to happen either.”
    “Now, how about us getting one of the famous steaks at your hotel? Room service, of course. I’ll bring the condoms, and we can pick up where we left off.”

 
     

     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Was I dreaming or what? I know I sped on my way back to the hotel. When I got there, I rushed to my room, almost knocking over the maid’s cart that sat outside the room next to mine. I swiped the entry pad with my card and swore when it wouldn’t open the first time. I was on edge, sexed up, and knew what would bring me instant relief.
    The door opened, and I rushed inside, slamming it behind me. I literally ran over to my suitcase and pulled out the zippered bag containing my vibrator. I pulled the drapes, took off my jeans and panties, which were still damp, and sat on the bed.
    I prayed I’d charged the batteries up enough before I’d left my house the day before. I pressed the on switch. Yep, it was humming nicely. I switched it off again.
    This was all Blake’s fault, getting me all worked up like he had. I scooted myself up the bed, rested my back on the pillows, and spread my legs.
    I was still wet from him giving me that great orgasm…. Yes, the ride in the car from his ranch to the hotel had been uncomfortable. I wouldn’t need to do much prepping to get myself ready for playtime today. The vibrator felt ice cold compared to my hot pussy as I gently slid it inside. My muscles clenched around it as I hit the on button with my thumb.
    All the time it was going to work on me, I visualized what it would be like when Blake was between my legs, pounding into my pussy. Shit, I couldn’t wait. I turned the vibrator up a notch and pushed my butt up in the air, which brought about a fantastic climax. My vibrator was great, but I sensed Blake Whelan would do even more for me.
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    The steaks arrived but no cowboy. I lifted the silver dome, my mouth watering when I saw the huge slab of meat, a baked potato, and a tossed salad sitting on the tray. I wondered if Blake had changed his mind about tonight. If that was the case, I’d be eating two steaks and spending the night with my vibrator. There was a knock on the door just as I put