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suggestions.’
    Lauren reached across and ran her fingernail down the length of Grayson’s zipper. His hand tightened between her thighs, stimulating her already sensitive flesh. Lauren let out her breath and tapped her index finger against the hard bulge of Grayson’s cock.
    He kept his gaze on the road but she felt him shudder. ‘So what exactly do you want to know?’ Grayson said hoarsely.
    Lauren allowed herself a triumphant grin. ‘What did Alan Howard mean about your plans for the town?’
    ‘I want to build some industrial units on the edge of town. Apparently, some people aren’t thrilled by the suggestion.’
    Lauren gazed at the unspoilt farmland. ‘Are you sure that’s a good idea? It would be a shame to destroy such a beautiful place.’
    ‘I don’t want to destroy it.’ Grayson slowed and turned into the gates that led to his ranch. ‘But there’s not a lot to keep people here. Most of the kids like Marcie end up heading for Portland or down into California to find work. The town’s going to end up as a retirement community for the rich if we don’t manage to kick-start the local economy.’
    He manoeuvred the truck through the gates. ‘I have a few contacts in the business world who are prepared to start small enterprises here with a view to expanding them if the idea proved profitable.’
    Lauren gave him a speculative glance. ‘You have contacts?’
    Grayson expertly backed the truck in front of the house. ‘Just because I choose to live in the sticks doesn’t mean I have to lose out. We do have fax machines, telephones and the internet out here you know.’
    Lauren felt stupid. Grayson had a high-tech office at his ranch but it hadn’t occurred to her that he might be in contact with other business organisations. So much for her fantasy cowboy . . .
    Gathering her resources, Lauren managed a professional smile. ‘Which companies have you approached so far? I might be able to help you out.’
    Grayson got out of the truck and came around to open her door. He lifted her out of her seat and set her gently on the ground.
    ‘No one you’d know. They’re all fairly small fish. I want to attract family-owned businesses who understand how important it is to keep communities together in a changing economy and world.’
    Lauren caught Grayson’s hand. ‘I think that’s a great idea.’
    Grayson shrugged. ‘It wasn’t just me. The whole town came together to discuss this. I just happened to miss the meeting when they were electing a president and guess what? I got elected.’ He paused to shuck off his boots in the mud room.
    Lauren picked one of them up and waved it under Grayson’s nose. ‘This company, the one who makes these, Prairie Dawg Boots, would be a great place to try. They’re a fairly new business and I believe a family-owned company.’ She smiled up at Grayson, trying to ignore his puzzling lack of enthusiasm. ‘I happen to know about them because I’m using some of their retro boot designs in the commercials I’m working on for the PBR.’
    Grayson took the boot out of her hand and dropped it to the floor. He brought Lauren into the circle of his arms and kissed her nose. ‘I’ll certainly bear them in mind. Now, would you mind getting your hand inside my jeans? I’m so hard after that finger tapping in the truck that I need more petting.’
    Lauren dropped to her knees, oblivious to the tiled floor and worked at the straining zipper of Grayson’s jeans. He sighed as she took his cock in her hand and then into her mouth. She brought her other hand up to cup his balls as she sucked on him, bringing him deeper and deeper in until she couldn’t take any more. His hand fisted in her hair, keeping her where she wanted to be until he came with a knee-buckling shudder.
    Grayson helped Lauren to her feet and then into his arms. He carried her the short distance into his bedroom and stripped off her skirt. When his fingers plunged inside her and came out wet, he brought