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cold, without a preamble to warn or without returning to his original starting place.
    “You are an excellent teacher, Mary Margaret,” he said softly. His eyes were hooded and the two-day growth of beard made him look sexier than when he’d first appeared at the Cripple Creek Saloon.
    “I can’t take credit here,” she said.
    “Sure you can,” he told her, bringing her hand to his lips. “That kiss was sensational.”
    “You’re pretty easy on the lips.”
    “You’re pretty easy on the eyes,” he remarked.
    She swallowed hard. As much as she tried to defy the building lust, the yearning was there. Desire existed. It was all consuming and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t resist him. And she knew it.
    Turning her back to him, she reached for her reins. His hands covered hers and he stood behind her, his body heat so hot and enticing she rubbed against him, her bottom bumping against his erection.
    David grabbed her hips and thrust behind her, his hard length nearly penetrating straight through the clothing designed to separate them. There was enough material there anyway. Layers upon layers to shed, rip apart.
    “Let me Mary Margaret,” he pleaded. His hands were at her breasts. He fondled the buttons, working for access. “Don’t say no.”
    She shook her head then bowed it, watching as his fingers allowed her freedom, observing how her nipples spiked in the cool October air. He reached inside her blouse and pinched her nipple, rolling the point until she cried out, moaned, and shivered.
    Still, she didn’t face him. She wanted what they could have like this, without restrictions, without anything to stop them from embracing their desires as they were theirs to own.
    His hands fell to her sides and he stripped away her pants. As quickly as hers were around her ankles, his britches were balled at his feet. The length of his dick pressed against her hip and she whimpered as he dragged the crest to her bottom, sipping her earlobe as he popped the question, “Will you let me take you here?”
    His finger caressed her crack and then disappeared between her globes, twirling seconds later around the puckered rim of her asshole.
    She quivered under his touch. “Yes. Oh God, yes!”
    “Will you like it?” he asked, a guttural pitch to his voice.
    “Yes,” she grated out, holding her breath as his finger probed and invaded.
    “Mmm,” he muttered, sliding the erect digit in and out. “You’re so dry, Mary Margaret. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You’ll never hurt me,” she said, suddenly transformed into the whore ready to self-preserve.
    Oh God, she didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want David to see this woman. They were enjoying one another and yet, here she was, putting up barriers, stacking up walls.
    “I’ll never try,” he assured her, licking her nape, whispering across her shoulder blades.
    She stilled against him and he immediately stopped. Withdrawing his finger, he gripped her side and forced her to turn. Stark determination marked its place in his eyes. “I want you to see me take you.”
    He lifted her to him and thrust inside her in one sudden jolt. And it was pure and exquisite ecstasy from the very beginning. Stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust.

Chapter Six
    “Oh dear God, Mary Margaret,” he crooned, stuffing his length inside her hot pussy. Holding still for three or four glorious seconds, he searched her eyes looking for a glimpse of what she certainly must’ve felt from the moment he entered her.
    A strong woman stared back at him, a woman unwilling to unlock her heart and give him a glimpse of the passionate person she had the ability to become with the right man…him.
    Draping her arms over his shoulders, she threw her head back and he devoured her neck, kissing down her trunk until his mouth reached those full mounds. He nipped at one nipple, carried on with the other then moved upward again, kissing her elegant chest and long, exquisite neck before claiming