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figures owners make
the filly nervous.”
    “It’s difficult to imagine you
making a filly nervous.” She smiled evenly and checked her watch. “So do you
have a favorite in the next race?”
    She made no effort to retrieve her
hand from his as he guided her up a ramp to their box.
     
    - o -
     
    Kitty peeked at the man sitting next
to her studying the Daily Racing Form . While she’d frequented the track
often enough to know the Form was considered the biblical source for all
things important about the horses on the day’s racing card, she’d never
bothered to learn how to read the coded numbers charting a horse’s past
performances. Given her recent purchase, she might need to master that arcane
art.
    Jared Jacobs wasn’t fooling her by
his apparent nonchalant attitude as he seemingly paid more attention to the Form than to her. His knee casually rested against her thigh. Was that his heartbeat
or hers she could feel pounding where they touched?
    His eyes had rounded when she’d
drawn close enough for him to see her taut nipples pushing against the fabric
holding them in. His fingers tracing the line of her jeans across the small of
her exposed back had sent chills everywhere.
    He liked her in yellow. Wasn’t he
lucky she’d chosen that particular top for the day? She hid her grin under her
program. Maybe she was the lucky one.
    He’d surprised her, too. The last
time she’d seen him, he’d filled out a tux as well as any man she’d seen. He’d
appeared suave, sophisticated, the master of his own destiny. This Jared was
quite the contrast. From his western boots, to his form-fitting jeans, to his
white shirt, to his corduroy sport coat, to his bolo tie, to his dark brown
western hat, he exuded a breathtaking masculinity. She’d creamed almost as soon
as she’d recognized him waving at her.
    She inhaled deeply, catching a whiff
of his cologne. That was the same, and so was his mustache. Again, she
couldn’t help but wonder if he took as much care with his women as he did with
that mustache.
    She was determined to find out. Soon.
She glanced down the track to see the first horse entered in race seven make
its way onto the track for the post parade. At least she’d made it in time for
the big race. He hadn’t complained about having to wait for her. She’d tried to
get there as quickly as she could, but the traffic was atrocious.
    “Is it number three I’m supposed to
bring luck to?” She placed a hand on the inside of Jared’s thigh half way
between his knee and his crotch. She knew it was—Jared’s name appeared in the
program as owner of the number three horse.
    He turned his head and gave her a
devilish smile. “That, and number one,” he said, reaching under his newspaper
to slide her hand up to rest against his crotch.
    Kitty wet her lips and held his
gaze. He was definitely a right cock man. His rapidly growing bulge lay against
her fingers. She wasn’t about to back down from his daring. No one sat near
their box—crowds were seldom huge on weekdays—and his paper screened his crotch
from any prying eyes. She poked the tip of her tongue between her lips and curled
her fingers around his now very alert penis. Her eyes must’ve given away her
surprise at his size because Jared chuckled.
    “You two weren’t properly introduced
the last time.” He covered her hand, pinning it to his cock. “I hope you stick
around for introductions this time.”
    Kitty didn’t hesitate. She leaned
over, brought her lips to his ear, and whispered, “I thought you only wanted me
to come out here to bring your horse some luck.” She dipped her tongue in his
ear before settling back in her seat. Neither one of them did a thing to move
her hand.
    He raked his gaze slowly over her
body, inhaled and shook his head. “Better keep your tongue to yourself, woman,
or I’ll drag you down to shedrow, find an empty horse stall and fuck you
senseless.”
    Trying to ignore the burning
sensations in her own body,