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stepping out of his pants, but then he was ready for action.
    “Lift me up,” she ordered.
    Oh, yeah . Chase lifted her weight easily onto the pool table.
    Lying back on her elbows, she licked her lips and waited. He swallowed hard, the thought of what those lips could do to him making him start to shake.
    “What are you waiting for? That condom’s not gonna put itself on, sugar.”
    Wait until the boys back at the arena heard about this.
    He bent and retrieved his wallet from his jeans, sliding two condoms out of a hidden pocket. He thanked God his friend Mustang had taught him to always carry more than one, just in case. The older riders could teach you far more than just how to stay on a bull. Chase intended to learn all he could.

    Sliding the spare and his wallet back into his pants, he made short work of his boxers, kicking them down his legs and onto the floor. He was rock hard, so that wasn’t an issue, but slipping on the condom took a few tries. It was inside out at first, but he figured that out pretty quick and then he was finally prepared. So was she apparently. She’d pushed those red panties off and was twirling them temptingly on one finger.
    Chase stepped in between her thighs. She was waxed to within an inch of her life and he sure liked the view. He ran his hand over the smooth, hairless skin before getting brave and sliding a finger down her slit, and then inside her. The feel of her, hot and already wet, had his heart racing faster.
    “Let’s get to the good stuff. There’s no time for messing around with foreplay.” She wiggled her hips closer to the edge of the table.
    “Sure thing.” He usually enjoyed the foreplay, but hell, a woman in a hurry to get to the good stuff wasn’t a bad thing. She was so ready for him, he plunged inside easily. Urged by her hands on his hips, he withdrew and then went in for another go round.
    “Yes. Harder.” Throwing her head back, she let go with her hands and clamped her legs around his waist tighter than he did during a bull ride.
    “Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, always happy to please a lady.
    The adrenaline from the competition had subsided, but the euphoria remained. Damn, the way he felt, he could go all night and he intended to. When they ran out of condoms, he’d just have to get creative. He’d learned a few ways to get creative with women from Mustang too.

    Glancing down at the greedy expression on her face as he pounded into her, Chase had no doubt she’d be up for anything.
    He was just really getting into the rhythm when a sound from the front of the house broke into his consciousness. Chase halted mid-motion. “What was that?”
    “Nothing. Keep going.” Panting, she grabbed at his hips.
    Thrusting forward again, Chase was ready to write off what he’d thought he heard to his imagination, when he definitely heard the front door slam shut.
    “Darlin’, I’m home.”
    And that was definitely a man’s voice calling out from the foyer.
    Chase’s eyes flew open wide as he stared down at her.
    “Who is that?”
    She smiled, looking like the devil himself truly had possessed her. “My husband.”
    “Your husband! What the hell? Are you trying to get me killed?” Still buried deep inside her, he struggled to get free, but her hold on him was too tight. The damn woman had leg muscles like a pro bull rider.
    “No. I’m trying to teach him he can’t go running around the country on so-called business trips with his slutty little secretary.” She struggled against his efforts to get loose, then, worse, she called out, “Hey, baby. I’m in the game room.”
    “Holy crap! Are you crazy?”
    Chase finally freed himself from her clench, bent down and scooped up his belongings. Looking frantically for any way out beside the doorway through which her husband was about to walk, he spotted glass doors that opened onto a terrace. He sprinted bare-assed outside, his rapidly deflating, condom-covered erection leading the way.
    “What the