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Stable Secrets
The young woman strode across the
yard, heading for the stables, her tight white jodhpurs accentuating
her curves. Troy watched from the kitchen door, his cigarette
ash falling as he took another drag. The smoke haloed his head
in the late-day light. She drove him crazy and she know it. Her
glance told him all he needed, her glance daring him.
She disappeared into the barn.
He could hear her talking to the dog as she checked the residents of
the stables before nightfall. He felt the strain against the
material of his trousers, getting harder. He adjusted his clothing and
struggled to get a grip on his lust. It would be his job if he
made advances and she really didn't want him. His position with
this stables was too important to him to mess up. Her father
would drive him off the property and any reputation he'd gained in the
business would be shot. You just didn't fuck the boss's daughter
without repercussion.
She
slid the stable doors shut behind her and headed for the house,
pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a lace bra. Troy
blinked and watched her come closer to where he stood at the kitchen
door. She grinned as she brushed past him, her nipples hardening
as they dragged across his sleeve. He shivered and his cock grew
harder still. He needed to get out of there, his erection
desperately needed some attention. She bent over, looking into
the depths of the fridge for something cold to drink, her shapely ass
defined perfectly in her tight fitting riding pants, her leather
riding boots dusty from the dry hay in the stables.
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