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would be
happy with that.
    Sex with Travis was something that she had never before
experienced and she wanted more of it. The only problem was he insisted they
didn’t do it again.
    But maybe that was the point. They had no pretenses between
them. They both knew what the situation was and there were no expectations. It
offered her a chance to just do it.
    Without the usual doubts that crept in when she was looking
for a prospective partner.
    She understood his reasons for not wanting to be distracted
and honestly it was flattering to think that she did that to him. But she
didn’t want to regret not taking advantage. It was a double-edged sword.
    But she was in a constant state of arousal. She couldn’t
concentrate on anything. All that was going through her mind were the images of
Travis on top of her, reflected in his mirrors.
    She dreamed of him all night long, dark, deep dreams that
left her breathing heavy and unsatisfied. She had taken a few extra minutes to
decide what to wear that morning.
    A stroke of luck had produced a slim blue tank top that
wasn’t too over-the-top obvious and she had put on her most comfy jeans that
rode low on her hips. But if Travis had given her a second glance at breakfast,
she hadn’t noticed it.
    Leaning back in her desk chair, she knew she should be doing
paperwork.
    Brad came into her office and dropped a stack of mail on her
desk.
    “We are all loaded up, boss. Marc and I will head over and
Travis can ride with you if that’s okay?”
    “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll take a quick look at the mail and
we will be right behind you.”
    Brad left and Jessie turned to the mail. The usual junk and
bills. But her heart stuttered when she saw another battered envelope addressed
to Jessica Parker.
    Might as well get it over with, she told herself, and
grabbed it to go on the back porch to read it.
    * * * * *
    Travis finished helping the guys load the supplies and waved
as they drove off. He was to ride with the boss. Glancing around and not seeing
her, he decided to take a quick look around. He headed to the house first and
checked for access points and exits. No harm in being prepared. He had already
looked once as he was fixing little things but he hadn’t really looked around
the outside of the house yet.
    Following a small path, he stopped cold next to the back
porch when he heard the soft sobbing. He stayed frozen for a moment, trying to
place the voice, but it was too muffled to tell for sure. Coming around the
corner, he saw Jessie with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them.
    She was still sobbing and in her hand was a piece of paper.
Another threat from Cyrus he was sure. He reminded himself that this was just a
job as he walked up the stairs. Her head lifted and the despair in her eyes
tugged at something inside his chest. He didn’t like to see this strong woman
brought to tears by an asshole who wasn’t worth her time.
    Before he realized what he was doing he scooped her up and
sat in her chair with her in his lap. Her body stiffened and she drew in a
sharp breath but after a minute she relaxed and laid her head on his shoulder.
He tried not to dwell too much on the fact that it fit perfectly there.
    She stopped crying after a few minutes and his hand reached
around to rub her gently on the back, soft, soothing strokes. She released a
sigh and shifted so her head was tucked under his chin. It felt right, and he
could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo and his fingers came up to play with
the ends of her hair.
    But then he started noticing other things, like her ass cupped
in his lap and her boob pressed against him. Oh shit, his cock sprang to life,
hard and hot in seconds. With no way of hiding it he looked down at her
apologetically.
    * * * * *
    Jessie was surprised when he pulled her into his arms and
held her while she cried. He didn’t ask any questions that she couldn’t answer
and she greedily soaked up the feel of him. She had no idea how long they