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took what she wanted and slid down over him.
    Sam filled her to capacity, sending pleasure rolling through her body in giant waves. Instinctively she tightened, holding him deep even as he encouraged her to move.
    “Aw, sweetheart.” He gripped her ass, guiding her slow movements, before finally latching onto a thrusting nipple.
    Heat curled tighter than a spring in her belly as she rode him. Up. Down. She swiveled her hips again gratified when Sam groaned low and flexed his fingers on her ass. Soon the slow, seductive pace wasn’t nearly enough and Lola sped up, whipping up and down over his cock. When Sam’s forearm settled behind her back, she bowed her body over it and felt the rush and flow of her cream as he brushed her g-spot.
    “Saaaaam.”
    “That’s it, honey, come for me.” His voice was low and rough as he plunged upward, igniting that pleasure spot until she burned.
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    An orgasm rolled through her, hot and wild.
    Lola’s pussy clutched him, milked and squeezed as every nerve ending coiled tight then flew apart. Crying out, riding him through the storm, she knew she would never get enough of his man. As the last burst of pulsing pleasure seared her, Sam came too, biting gently on her nipple, groaning against it.
    Lola sank against him, her breath heavy against his shoulder as Sam slowly stroked her back. “Wow. Nice way to start the day,” she managed on a gasping breath.
    “Yeah. You don’t have plans tonight, do you?” His hand moved down to stroke her ass.
    “Uh-uh. You offering?”
    “You bet I am, darlin’. I’m up for a red hot affair if you are. I’ll come by tonight.
    That okay with you?”
    * * * * *
    Several days later, Lola looked up from filling a batch of salt shakers and smiled when Emily and Roxie came breezing through the front door of Blue Belle’s. “Hey, ya’ll.
    Slumming today?”
    Both women walked up to the counter. Roxie grinned. “I was hungry for pie.”
    “We have some of that. Fresh made today. How about you, Em? You’re probably ready for some good stuff right about now since you actually have to eat your own cooking these days.”
    Emily rolled her eyes and grinned. “Rub it in, why don’t you?”
    When they were settled into a booth with a platter of homemade French fries and slices of lemon meringue pie, they started catching up. It was mid-afternoon and quiet as a tomb in the café. Belle had worked the morning shift and was off so the friends had the place to themselves.
    Roxie forked up a bite of lemon pie and hummed a little. “Damn. This is good stuff.
    Don’t tell me you made this.”
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    Lola shook her head. “Hey, I’m southern, honey, I can deep fry just about anything but Belle does the pies. Aren’t they yummy?”
    Emily bit into a crispy French fry and moaned. “Mmm. I swear, I’m starving. Did I tell you I’m taking cooking lessons? Wyatt figured out pretty quick that I can’t boil water much less cook for all those ranch hands and he took pity on me. What a guy.”
    “Oh, that reminds me.” Lola dug into one of the pockets on the slim apron tied low on her hips. “Here ya go, Em. I copied some of Belle’s easy recipes.”
    “Note the emphasis on easy ?” Roxie snickered around a mouthful of pie. “I swear, Em, you’re hopeless. Been worried about how long you could continue fooling him.”
    Lola leaned her elbows on the table and watched her best friends spar. They were so good-natured and fun. It was little wonder they were such pals.
    Emily sighed. “God, I admit it. I am hopeless but Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind.”
    Lola exchanged a telling look with Roxie. “Do I sense more to this story?”
    Em’s grin answered the question handily and then she noticed a little color rise to Roxie’s cheeks as she glanced nonchalantly out the plate glass window. “Um, Rox? Why do I get the feeling Em’s not the only one to have something hot and heavy in the works?”
    “I chased. I caught