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He groaned as he felt her tighten around him again, his own release building as he fucked her through her second orgasm, then he followed her over.

He collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily as they came down from their high. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was lying on top of him, their bodies still connected. She rolled onto her stomach, placed her arms around his waist and kissed his neck.

“Rafe,” she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion.

He kissed her forehead, then moved away from her to head for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned as he looked at her lying there. He knew he’d been right. He would never get enough of her.

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Maggie lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath. The man had stamina; she’d give him that. God! That was amazing.

When the bathroom door opened, she raised her head to look at him standing in the doorway.

“How about a shower?” he asked as he folded his arms across that glorious chest.

“Sure. Once I catch my breath, but that could be tomorrow,” she said with a grin.

Rafe chuckled as he walked toward the bedroom door. He opened it and Booker ran into the room, then sat and stared up at Rafe.

“I think he’s mad at you,” Maggie said.

“No doubt, but he’ll get over it. I’m taking a shower. With or without you.” Rafe walked into the bathroom, and she could hear the water running when he turned it on.

“Frederick Hancock, if you ruin this for me in any way, I will take great pleasure in removing those little balls of yours,” she murmured as she got up and entered the bathroom.

Chapter Ten

Rafe guided his horse to the trailer, coaxing the animal inside with gentle encouragement. He affectionately rubbed Rocket’s nose, feeling the warmth of the horse’s breath against his hand. “Let’s see how many we can beat this year, buddy,” he said with a grin.

“Rafe?” came a voice from outside the trailer.

“I’ll be right out, Fred.” Rafe ran his hand along Rocket’s sleek back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the glossy coat before stepping out into the sunlight. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked, squinting slightly against the bright light.

“Mary and I are heading to the fair today,” Fred replied, his voice filled with warmth. “I told her I wanted to see you race.”

Rafe’s grin widened. “I don’t know how I let Maggie talk me into this,” he admitted, shaking his head in disbelief.

Fred chuckled, a deep, hearty sound. “Son, a woman can talk a man into just about anything.”

“No kidding,” Rafe said, shaking his head with a rueful smile. He then turned serious, looking Fred in the eye. “I never asked you how you feel about me and Maggie.”

Fred’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What about you?”

“Are you okay with us being together? She’s like a daughter to you, Fred.”

“And you’re like a son,” Fred replied, his voice steady and reassuring. “Why would I be upset with two of my favorite people getting together?”

“I can’t offer her much,” Rafe confessed, his voice tinged with concern.

Fred placed a comforting hand on Rafe’s shoulder. “Rafe, do you honestly think Maggie cares about material things? I see the way she looks at you, and it’s not your money she’s after.”

“I’m just a ranch manager, Fred,” Rafe said, a hint of doubt in his tone.

“I’m sure she doesn’t care,” Fred assured him. “Besides, one day you’ll have a ranch of your own. I’ve got to go pick up Mary. I’ll see you at the fair. Good luck.” With that, Fred turned and began walking away.

“Fred?” Rafe called after him, a touch of urgency in his voice. “I told you I don’t want this ranch.”

“Sorry, son, I can’t hear a word you’re saying,” Fred called back with a laugh, his footsteps fading away.

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