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here.”
    “They don’t care. Anyway, we’re higher than most people so no one can see.” His voice changed to a commanding tone. “Do it, Emily. Now.”
    Moisture flood the crotch of her thong and the tiny muscles in her cunt quivered.
    Fingers trembling, she popped the snap and ran the zipper down.
    “Good. Now tug those jeans under your hips.”
    “Wyatt!” What on earth?
    “Just do it, sugar. Come on. Right now.”
    Wondering if she’d lost her mind, Emily shifted around until her jeans were down past her butt and her bare ass touched the leather of the seat.
    “What now?” she asked.
    “Does it get you hot, Emily? Thinking about what I’m doing?” His hand squeezed her thigh. “Be honest, now.”
    “Y-Yes. A little.”
    “Wondering what comes next?”
    “Y-Yes.” She squirmed as the pulsing in her pussy increased in anticipation of what Wyatt might have in mind.
    “How about this?”
    His hand slid from her thigh across the warm flesh of her tummy and down inside the front of her thong. She gasped as the tip of one finger probed into the nest of her curls and rasped her clit.
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    “Like that?” He chuckled. “You know, I love these little curls here, but they get in my way. I think maybe tonight we’ll get rid of them.”
    Emily had to fist her hands to keep her thoughts together as Wyatt’s finger danced across her nub. “Get rid of them?”
    “Oh, yeah. I could tell last night you wax, but since we don’t exactly have a place around here for you to keep it up, I think we need to get your little puss completely naked. Then I can keep it that way myself.”
    She had never thought of completely denuding her cunt, but the thought of Wyatt shaving her himself created a fresh rush of cream.
    Wyatt slid his finger into her slit and chuckled again. “Oh, yeah, that gets you hot.
    You like my finger here?”
    She nodded.
    “Say it, Em. Out loud.”
    “Yes. I do.” Lord, he was getting bossy. But she had to admit it had an erotic effect on her.
    “You do what?” he prompted.
    “L-Like it.”
    “Like what, Emily?” He pressed his finger hard against her clit. “Tell me.”
    “I like your finger there.”
    “Where?” he prompted.
    “Touching my clit. In my pussy.”
    There she’d said it. As soon as the words left her mouth the quivering in her pussy increased. God, she wanted his finger there . Inside her.
    “Would you like me to fuck you with my finger? Maybe two?”
    She wriggled on the seat. “Wyatt, you’re driving. You want us to have a wreck?”
    He laughed. “Sugar, I’m paying careful attention to my driving. I’m just glad you’re not at the wheel.”
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    He brushed her clit again then slid his finger up and down her slit. Without warning he adjusted his hand and pushed two fingers inside her. Immediately her inner muscles clamped around him. He wiggled the fingers before sliding them out.
    “Oh, no.” The words were out before she could stop them.
    His laugh was a soft caress. “That’s all you get for now, sugar.”
    “Wyatt!” She wanted to grab his hand and drag it back to her crotch.
    “We’re almost home. I want you on edge like that for later.” He lowered his voice.
    “I have big plans for tonight.”
    She caught her breath at his words, wondering exactly what he had in mind. Before she could ask they turned in through the gate of the Lazy Aces and pulled into the parking area. Emily had barely finished pulling her jeans back into place and fastening them before Hardy and two other ranch hands hurried up to the truck to help unload the cartons of Dub’s Bar-B-Que.
    She had the passenger door to the cab open and started to get out but Wyatt materialized, putting his big hands on her waist and lifting her easily out and onto the ground. The look in his eyes when they locked with hers turned her already overheated body into a solid flame.
    “Later,” he mouthed before releasing her.
    She had no idea how she kept