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say when he saw tears. One thing for sure, he didn’t have a hanky anywhere on his naked body.
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    Most guys would think all his dreams had come true—a woman who wanted to spice up her sex life. Angela begged him to indulge her wildest fantasies with no strings attached, but for him, it guaranteed a broken heart. He was going to have a hard time when Angela called it quits. He wasn’t sure he would be able to stop wanting her.
    The way Jesse figured, it would make things easier to get it all out in the open. Stake his claim and be honest with Beau. The intense desire to possess Angela didn't seem to be going away.
    He looked at her driven by the one thought.
    Mine. She’s mine.
    But if he moved too fast, he’d scare her off. “You think Beau isn’t going to notice when I can’t keep my hands off you at the family barbeque this weekend?” Not to mention good ol’ Lydia. Even though she wasn’t invited, she’ll be hearing stories from everyone there.
    At Angela’s blank stare, he continued, “Don’t tell me you forgot you told Mom you’d teach the kids square dancing?”
    “Oops!” She giggled. “I forgot. It must be because I can’t get a certain cowboy off my mind.” She looked him up and down and licked her lips. “I keep thinking of the next time I can take him for a ride.”
    Her small hand curled around his penis and sweat broke out on Jesse’s forehead. “What do you have in mind?” The sexual dance and the brass pole had been one of the best fantasies he could have thought up.
    “I have always wanted to do it in a public place and in the great outdoors to name one thing.”
    Jesse was familiar with the adrenaline rush, the thrill of the possibility of getting caught. He got the same rush every time he got on the back of a bull in the rodeo. The ride only lasted eight seconds, but his blood pounded through his body for hours afterward. He was a self-admitted adrenaline junky, living for the thrill. “Well, this cowboy would be mighty glad to oblige, but if we get caught, then Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.
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    your secret is out of the bag, brat.” He flicked one of her nipples playfully. “Your big brother will not be able to save you from me once we start.”
    “I know. I’m not afraid of Beau.”
    “You’re not, huh? Mighty brave of you.”
    “Yeah. I’m even pretty sure I can think of a few other places we can fool around.”
    His cock was rising at the timbre of her voice. “Really?”
    “Oh, yeah. Lots and lots of places. How about the stairs in the big house?”
    “I think we could find someplace more comfortable, but you are a wild one, Angie. Where did you get all these crazy ideas? If I didn’t know better, I would swear you’re trying to kill me.”
    “You worry too much, Jesse. I won’t let anything happen to you.
    Not after the fun we’ve just had. No way.”

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    “What the hell?” Jesse said in response to the gentle knocking coming from the front of the dance studio.
    Angela’s eyes widened at the sound of intruders. She hastened to extract herself, fumbling to leave Jesse’s warm embrace. She climbed over the top of him to reach her clothes.
    “Hey! Be careful, you could injure something important.”
    “Sorry,” she mumbled, “It’s my nine o’clock dance class.”
    Angela sprang to her feet and scrambled into her clothes.
    Normally he’d be laughing, watching her wriggle her sexy little butt into her skin-tight leotard, but he was too busy diving for his own clothes. The well-worn blue jeans were tangled with his button-down dress shirt. Shit. Double shit.
    The knocking came again, more insistent than before. It sure wasn’t helping him get into his clothes any faster. Frustrated, he cursed aloud. Jesse couldn’t