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this man
was so virile yet so tender with her.
    He tipped up her chin. “You are the one who’s better than
any fantasy I’ve ever had. Let me show you,” he crooned as he gripped her hips
and plunged over and over again into her with the determined drive of an
athletic man. She went with his possession, fingers fisted in his coverlet,
hips up and rocking with his demanding thrusts, mouth open in silent screams of
potent pulsing waves. Once again, like their first mating, this tumult broke
fast and furious, Shana coming first and Chet tumbling close behind her.
    Melting over her, he cradled her close, kissed her ear and
her throat. “I don’t know if I can let you go long enough to make lunch.”
    She chuckled, rolling up her hips to feel the delicious
length of his cock still filling her. “Gotta have some energy to do this again.”
    He propped himself on his elbows, his fingers combing her
hair back from her cheeks. “I don’t take women to bed first thing after I meet
them.”
    “I didn’t think you did.”
    “I don’t bring them home either.”
    “And I haven’t had a lot of affairs. Not even a lot of bed
partners.” She had to make him see he was so special to her.
    “I gathered that. Not knowing any guys who cook. Or any who’ve
loved you well here.” His hand drifted down her tummy to her mons.
    “And not knowing how to make love to a man with my mouth.”
She looked away, too shy to discuss intimate sex, even though today, with him,
she’d had the most fulfilling orgasms of her life.
    With insistent fingers to her chin, he drew her face to look
at him and winked at her. “You did just fine, darlin’. Better than.” He
grinned.
    She beamed at him. “I thought so.”
    “I know so.” He hugged her close. He shifted up, letting her
feel how erect his penis remained. “This is what we’re going to do. I get up
and go to the kitchen. Make you that steak. You go in there,” he indicated the
bathroom, “and take a shower. I don’t have anything fancy in there. No hair
dryer.”
    She inhaled, tickled that this was proof he really didn’t
make it a practice to bring women home with him. “I can manage.” She squeezed
his penis in her swollen channel. “But I’ll feel so empty.”
    He grunted. “Aw, honey, you’re making this hell to leave
you. But you can bet I’ll be back. Tell me you want me back.”
    She met his challenge with one of her own. “I want you back often .” Because you are so much better than any lover I ever imagined.
    “Well, then, darlin’, you have got yourself one hot and
horny man.” He pulled out of her, gave her a hand up and spun her toward the
bathroom. “Help yourself to clean towels in the closet and my robe, if you
want. Come out to the kitchen. We’ll eat then go meet the president of the
rodeo corporation.”
    Stunned back to the reality of dealing with business, she
stepped away from him. She tried to smile and pretend she didn’t have to face
any of the personal and professional problems she’d created for herself. Because
I care for this man. This real, live, caring, tender man.
    He didn’t detect her change in mood but swept his eyes down
her naked body. “Get in there before I change my mind and rope you to this bed.”
    Feigning impishness, she danced backward and batted her
lashes at him. “Why, Mr. Stapleton, what a swell idea!”
    She had to dart inside the bathroom to escape his reach.
    Escaping herself was impossible. Her initial fear that Chet
might know who she really was had morphed into a bigger one. Now that she was
going to help him professionally, sleeping with him was such a bad idea.
Letting him love her, letting herself fall into bed with him, she had learned
there was so much to this man that she hadn’t dreamed. Couldn’t dream.
    She looked at her reflection in his huge bathroom mirror.
This afternoon, she’d been naked before him, except for her lack of courage.
Her lack of honesty.
    She had to tell him.
    Come