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hard.
    Again and again, his cock hit a spot deep inside that sent Caroline over the edge before she could stop or savor it. She quivered and writhed beneath him as Michael pounded harder and deeper, her orgasm crashing through her and momentarily blinding her. Emotions soared as her blood roared in her ears. She quivered as wave after wave of sweet pleasure whispered through her core. Gripping his shoulders, grasping for anchor, Michael thrust and pushed until he groaned aloud and gave a final deep and lingering thrust. His body stiffened beneath her fingers and he shuddered out a curse.
    Slowly the tremors deep in her pussy subsided and Caroline’s heart beat hard with the feelings Michael evoked every time he touched her. She opened her eyes. He watched her, his gaze wandering softly over her face and telling her all she needed to know. He was equally as scared as her.

Chapter Nine
    Caroline got out of her car for the fifth and final day of the Trials. The sun shone high in the sky and the balmy temperatures warmed her face. Locking the car, she slowly made her way toward the circle of tents, excitement thrumming steadily through her. Michael had dropped her at home after their “ride” with a kiss and a promise to see her that morning. Her impatience to talk to him over the twenty-four hour separation was as pathetic as it was worrying.
    The drive back from the deserted fields had been a frenzied time of excitement, laughter, and planning. They knew what they had to do and how they would do it. Lewis Canton would not get Michael, but Michael would get his chance to prove to the world what he was capable of—as would Caroline.
    She smiled. Today the games truly began.
    The arena was abuzz with the anticipation of Canton’s arrival and, as Caroline scanned the area, she searched for any clue that he was there already. Michael warned her that his father would arrive with fanfare, so she was confident from the mass of chatter and lack of attention on the ring that Lewis still hadn’t made an appearance. She moved to the hospitality tent and bought a latte before carrying the steaming cup away from the hubbub toward the stables.
    Michael had his back to her when she entered the yard, but her heart sputtered as she took in the delicious sight of him. Even from behind, he was spectacular. Her clit gave a pulse of appreciation. He stood nose to nose with Marshall May, whispering to her, every now and then stopping to blow softly into her nostrils. The horse gently scraped its rear hooves against the gravel as though controlling the urge to step closer. Who could blame her?
    Dragging her gaze from Michael’s butt and rock-hard thighs, Caroline looked at his face as he moved to the side of the horse and patted her neck, his lips still moving. He closed his eyes and Caroline’s heart filled with empathy and care for a man so filled with passion that he’d crawled under her career-orientated barriers to make her want to fix every nuance of worry in his life. So much so that she’d give someone else the bigger byline any day of the week if only Michael won every event today. This would arm him with the confidence to do whatever he wanted next, without any support from his father.
    As if sensing her presence, he lifted his head and his eyes met hers across the distance. When his brow smoothed and his face broke open with a wide smile, Caroline’s heart leapt into her throat.
    She walked closer until barely a foot separated them. “Hey you.”
    He ran his gaze over her from head to toe and back again. “Hey yourself.”
    A rare blush seared her cheeks as his blatant appraisal and she looked to Marshall May. “Is someone going to make sure they show off Daddy today?”
    The horse whinnied in response and they laughed. Michael reached for her and pulled her tight against his body. She stared at his mouth, desperate to feel it on hers. “How are you feeling?”
    “About the event or you?” The question rolled from deep in