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    To Ford’s surprise, she submitted. She was such a tough-as-nails hard chick, in his wildest imaginings he’d never thought she would just submit to him.
    But she did.
    She clung to the rail, barely daring to look at him over her shoulder.
    While he dry-humped her nicely rounded ass under the water, Ford snaked a palm up her ribcage. He thought he’d shoot inside his jock when he slipped his middle finger under her bra’s underwire and finally, after all these months of longing, swept it along the pert, creamy orb of her fat tit.
    “Woman,” he breathed into her ear, “you drive me crazy. I’m about to go out of my fucking mind and lose control the way you flaunt your stuff around me.”
    She even wiggled her ass now, making Ford gasp. Was it his imagination, or did she arch her back like a teasing pole dancer? “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
    That was it. That last little “I’m sorry” just sent Ford over the edge, and he took a big bite from the side of her neck.
    She lolled her head back on her shoulder like the slinky, sexy feline that she was, giving him more room to bite, suck, and lick.
    He yanked up her bra to completely bare her juicy tits to the gauzy spring sun. Leaning totally around her like a madman, he lifted a boob to his mouth, slathering his tongue all around the erect nipple. Now she uttered feminine little moans, little kitty cat gasps for air as she squeezed a handful of his hair. His thighs locked around hers, and he felt if he just thrust once or twice more against her ass, he might come.
    Ford was in the process of flipping her around to face him so he could get one mouthful and one handful of tittie when a stern growl came from the house’s back door.
    “ Get the fuck over here. Now. ”
    Conditioned to obey Cropper, Ford’s spine snapped to attention. His mouth left Maddy’s nipple with a popping sound, and he swiveled his head around to view Cropper in the doorway, frowning a fierce Cro-Magnon frown. Was that guy always lurking around, just waiting to pounce on the best moments of Ford’s life?
    “Oh,” panted Madison, trembling in Ford’s hands.
    Cropper pointed at the ground. “Now. ”
    Ford didn’t have a fucking choice. As long as he continued working for his father he’d never be out from under his thumb. As the Prez of the Bare Bones, Cropper’s word was law.
    Now it was Ford’s turn to apologize. “I’m sorry, sugar,” he meant to say as he helped Madison cover her boobs with the wet elastic of the bra. But it came out like, “I’m sorry, sugar cookie,” maybe because he wanted to put some more fucking emphasis on how strongly he felt.
    “It’s okay,” she said breathlessly. “You’ve got to obey your dad.” Her face was beautifully flushed and she had that same innocent, stunned deer look he’d seen on her so long ago, the day they’d met. She swam away from him like a quick polliwog.
    The word “obey” rubbed Ford the wrong way, and he resentfully hauled himself up the pool ladder. He didn’t care if Cropper got a good gander at the swollen cock that bulged in his jock. Brothers were always going hard at it in front of each other. Hell, he’d even done a few father and son tag teams with Cropper. Why the fuck not? Pass-arounds loved the forbidden aspect of doing a father and son at the same time. It was a sure and easy lay.
    Ford hitched his thumbs under his waistband and tossed his wet mop of hair from his eyes. “Whassup.”
    That wasn’t the right thing. Cropper reached out and snatched Ford by the arm like a venomous snake striking. If Ford had worn shoes, they would have been left behind on the cement as Cropper hauled him into the living room like a fucking little kid.
    Like a fucking little kid.
    Cropper whipped Ford around in a half-circle until his back slammed up against the living room wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. In one long stride, Cropper was completely in Ford’s face, breathing Jack Daniels and cigarettes all