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“That’s right,” he gasped. “Take it all. Suck me. Make me come.”

His words rattled a fierce desire in her. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him come. Even as the want flared anew between her thighs, pussy tingling again for him. Sasha wanted to touch herself, wanted to shove her fingers into her pussy and join him when he exploded but she sensed he would punish her for such impertinence.

The thought of him punishing her made her even more wet and she moaned around the thick invasion of his cock in her mouth. She sucked him deep and hard, the soft flesh of his cock under her tongue the only thing she ever wanted to taste. Frantic with want, she sucked him harder, tongued him, opening for him as he thrust again and again into her throat. His thighs trembled under her hands; his breathing was loud in the small shower. He huffed and grunted with each thrust into her mouth. Sasha squeezed her thighs together, fighting harder the need to touch herself as he slammed his cock into her.

“That’s right, Sasha. Take my cock!”

Then he was coming. He shuddered, groaned long and loud as his cum jet against the back of her throat. He bucked against her, his body out of control as he spilled himself into her mouth. She swallowed his seed, greedily gulped it down as she was overcome with pleasure.

“Sasha....” He groaned her name, his eyes tightly closed.

Slowly, his fingers loosened in her hair and fell away. He trembled again, a man possessed. After a long moment, with the water splashing down around them, he reached out a hand to her. She took it and he drew her to her feet. Kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue and licking the inside of her mouth as if relishing the taste of his own cum from her lips.

“You’re amazing,” he said. “Amazing.” He released her, picked up her loofah and body shampoo. “Turn around.”

Tenderly, he cleaned her body, scrubbing her skin, washing her hair until she nearly purred from his unexpected attention. He rinsed her thoroughly, kissed her mouth then nudged her out of the shower while he tended to himself. Standing on the bath mat just outside the shower while he washed himself, Sasha toweled herself dry in a daze. Her sex was sore from his thickness, her ass tender. Her entire body warm and steaming from the hot water. She felt boneless with satisfaction. Just as she put on her robe, Damien parted the shower curtain and stepped out.

The sight of him took her breath away. Again. As long as she lived, she’d never get used to his effortless masculine beauty. The vivid blue of his eyes, his muscular body that made hers feel pleasure like she’d never experienced before.

“Pass me that towel, please.” The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement, as if he’d known what she was thinking while staring at him like a besotted idiot.

She blushed, gave him the towel that was still damp from her own body. Unabashedly, he dried himself. His chest, belly, his sex. When he looked up and caught her staring at him again, she blushed.

“If I didn’t have to go, I’d already be fucking that look off your face,” he said.

Her fingers curled into her palms.
And I’d let you
, she thought.

He folded the towel and hung it back on the towel rack, reached for her, kissed her mouth. Sweetly. Softly. For a moment, she looked into his eyes, amazed at the tenderness of his touch after the delicious savagery of what they had done in the bathroom together. He released her and she stepped away, leaving him alone in the bathroom.

In the kitchen, she grabbed her abandoned bottle of Perrier and drank it all in a few gulps. She was just putting the empty bottle in the recycling bin when Damien emerged from the bathroom. He was completely dressed, composed. If it wasn’t for his wet hair and the slight flush to his cheeks it would have been impossible for anyone to tell he’d been doing anything more strenuous that lifting a martini glass. He came to her. Lightly touched her face.

“I want to see you again soon.”

“I think that can be arranged,” she said.

“Good.”

At the door, he kissed her hard, bruising her already tender mouth, before opening the door and stepping outside the apartment. Sasha closed the door behind him, deliberately not watching him walk away although she very much wanted to.

She leaned back against the door, smiling. In the afterglow of their incredible sex, Sasha felt she’d made the best possible decision being Damien’s secret fuck-buddy. He was an incredible lover and she hadn’t felt this sexually compatible with a man in what felt like forever. She sighed again as she re-lived all the ways he’d touched and commanded her until the breath was tearing through her lungs.

Then the familiar chime of her phone jolted her from her reverie. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out where the phone was, and then remembered it had been in her purse that Damien brought with him. She picked up her purse, opened it.

Her phone had one missed text message. She frowned at the unfamiliar number. As she read the message, her body turned cold.

I want $5000 by the last day of every month. That should be enough to help out your brother. You miss the deadline, and I fuck up your entire world.

Chapter Nine

Sasha galloped steadily on top of Red Penny around the track. The sun pressed down into her shoulders through the thin t-shirt and padded vest. She gripped the whip in her hand, feet firmly in the stirrups and butt in the air as they took a curve on the track, dirt flying up under the three year old filly’s feet.

“Good!” Linc called out to her from the sidelines.

Panting slightly, Sasha patted the filly’s neck and slowed the horse to a jog, then a canter. Linc walked out onto the track to meet them, making some notes on his clipboard. “She’s doing real well,” he said. “Not quite ready to race yet but getting better. She’s still got that little trouble with her left front but not as much as before.” Now, he patted Sasha’s leg. “Good job.”

They’d been at it all morning and most of the afternoon with three of the horses Linc hoped to have ready to race by next summer. It was nearly three in the afternoon, just about the hottest time of the day and about quitting time. Sasha had her sunscreen on and she’d been steadily drinking water. Her muscles were smooth and liquid. She was ready to go all day, if that was what Linc needed.

They were training a beautiful set of young fillies, getting them ready to race and be as good as High Impact. If not better. This was work that Sasha loved. Training with the fillies and colts when she wasn’t on the track and racing was one of her favorite things about the job. Taking a young and stubborn horse and training it under her whip and between the strong press of her thighs to be a disciplined racehorse. A winner. The feeling was beyond compare. Sweat dripped down her face. Her hair felt plastered to her head under the hat.

“Time to give everybody a break,” Linc said. He grabbed Red Penny’s bridle, scratched the horse between her ears. “Good girl!”

Sasha had to laugh. The trainer treated everyone, with the exception of Damien, just about the same. Offering praise and treats, always showing kindness no matter what. He was a good man. She dismounted, wiping an arm across her damp forehead. “Quitting time already?”

Linc chuckled. “We’ve been out here since seven o’ clock. I need some food and some rest. Not everyone is a machine like you.”

It wasn’t so much that Sasha was a machine as she needed the work to keep her mind from dwelling on the disaster her life had become in the two months since James had dug his way out of the dung heap and back into her life. When she was away from the stables, she felt stressed to the breaking point, aware that her brother’s financial demands were leading her steadily into the poorhouse. She’d disconnected her cable, only ate food she brought from home, could barely afford groceries after all her bills were paid. Her life was a wreck.

“No machine here, Linc. I just love my job.” She smiled at the trainer although she knew the expression was a bit stiff at the corners. All her smiles had been that way lately.

“Just one of the reasons we love you around here,” he said, patting her on the back.

Sasha smiled again, took off her hat and wiped her face with a rag she took from her back pocket. She ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair and blew out a breath. Only now that she was off the horse and on her feet could she feel how tired her body was. But it was nothing she couldn’t push through.

“You worked hard today,” Linc said. “You should come out to eat with me and a couple of the other guys. We’re going to that Brazilian steak place you like.”

Inside, Sasha winced. It sounded like the perfect meal just now, steak and potatoes and vegetables, the company of other riders from the stables. But, she couldn’t afford it. James had bled her dry.

“I’d love to, Linc. But I actually just remembered something I have to do.” Her stomach fell at the look on his face, disappointment from the obvious lie.

“Okay, Sasha. Maybe another time.” After a long look at her, he took Red Penny’s reigns and started to lead the horse away. “Sasha.”

She looked at him at the sound of her name. “Yes?”

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you? You’ve been a little down for the last couple of months and it’s not like you.” His voice was gruff with concern.

Tears burned suddenly at the back of Sasha’s eyes. She wanted to tell him, she wanted to relieve herself of the burden of her brother. She wanted to reach out and connect with Linc the way she had before James came to town. But she blinked the tears away and bit the inside of her cheek.

“I’m fine, Linc. Thank you for asking. It’s…it’s something small that I just have to handle myself.”

He looked at her for another long moment. “Okay. But please, let me know if I could ever do anything for you.”

The tears burned again. “Thank you. I really, really appreciate that.” Then she turned, grabbed her bag, and quickly walked away before she could embarrass herself.

She hadn’t gone far before her phone rang from the pocket of her bag. Sasha winced when she saw her brother’s now familiar number on the screen.

What the hell did he want now?

She picked up the call. “What?”

“Is that any way to talk to your family?” He sounded cheerful through the phone. Most likely full of booze and at a track somewhere losing more of the money he’d extorted from her.

“What do you want, James? I’m not in the mood.”

“You want to play it that way, fine,” he growled. “What I want is more money. Another thousand dollars a month.”

“What?!” She stopped in the middle of the walkway from the track to the stables. Sasha lowered her voice. “Are you joking? I don’t have any more to give. I can barely pay my own bills as it is. My rent was almost late last month.”

“Almost doesn’t count now, does it? I’ve been more than fair to you since I’ve been here. You have a cushy life rubbing elbows with those rich motherfuckers. The least you can do is provide for me like you should. You give me another grand a month or I open my mouth and sing like a fucking canary. Got it?” He hung up the phone.

Sasha stared at the phone in her trembling hand, impotent fury sending hot and cold waves through her body. She knew that as angry as she was, there wasn’t anything she could do about her brother. He held all the cards. He could destroy her reputation and the career she’d built for herself since he’d been in jail with a few well-timed words. She couldn’t let that happen. She just couldn’t.

But her options were so few. Refuse him and ruin her life. Tell the cops and have James arrested right after he ruined her life. Sasha shook her head. The only thing she could do now was find a way to pay him what he demanded. How? She had no idea.

Sasha put her phone in her bag and slung the bag over her shoulder. She took a deep breath and started once again for the stables, feeling a quicksand of depression dragging her down the entire way.

Chapter Ten

Once in the stables, Sasha forgot why she was there. She already had her bag, her phone, her purse. She turned around in the vast space with the smell of horseflesh and hay, the soft nickering of her horses, wisps of conversation drifting from the various stalls and outlying offices.

What am I doing here?

“Sasha?”

Damien’s voice drew her gaze toward the exit. He stood haloed by the afternoon sun, impeccable in black riding boots, trousers that hugged his thighs and hips, and a black polo shirt. The breeze played in his pale hair.

She swallowed as she looked at him. Even in the midst of her terror over her brother’s demands, Damien could still take her breath away.

“Hi,” she called back, walking toward him. “What do you need?” She smoothed her hair back from her face, suddenly conscious of having just left the track with particles of dust sticking to her skin, sweat running down the back of her neck and under her shirt, the smell of a long day steeped into her skin.

As she walked to him, his eyes openly devoured her and she knew hers were doing the same to him. Her skin flushed in reaction to his look as if he was already touching her under her clothes. She looked away from him, not sure if she wanted him to touch her in the frame of mind she was in. Her brother’s demands were pressing down too heavily on her to be ignored. She needed to find a solution to the problem, or find a way to get the money he was demanding from her.