Chase sat slouched on the bed in his red boxer briefs, his head hanging low, his forearms resting on his thighs, and his hands pressed together between his knees. “Forgive me?” he asked quietly. Tears formed in Reno's eyes. This man was complex, temperamental, and maddeningly traditional, but he was hers. She walked to him, knelt in front of him, and took his hands. He wouldn’t look her in the eye. Kissing his palms, she whispered, “You can never do anything that I won’t forgive.”

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We live in different worlds. That’s the problem,” Chase said, pointing toward the arena full of fans chanting his name. “No we don’t," Reno whispered. "We live in one world, where you and I are the only people who matter.” He shook his head. The only person who mattered was Reno, and her happiness depended on her moving on. “You’re destined for greater things than a tour bus.”

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“Make me come Chase.” The words ground out and the instant she said his name, all hell broke loose inside her, and she spun into the stars, a cry leaving her throat as she shook uncontrollably. Powerful contractions squeezed deep in her core. An amazing orgasm. It sent chills through her body, making every inch of her skin tingle. She opened her eyes and smiled at the astonished look on his face.

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Scene from Chase and Seduction - Reno and Chase are spread out on a blanket by the lake. Reno laughed. “What’s so terrible about French food?” “Snails," Chase replied, his eyes still closed. “Have you ever tried them?” “Yep. The first cook I hired wanted to expand my grocery list. Didn’t work. He lasted about two weeks, and I sent him packing.” Reno trailed a stem of tall grass across his chest. “What did he do?” Chase swatted at the grass. “The fool tried to stuff a ribeye steak with some kind of pigeon.” “Squab?” He propped himself up on one elbow, his brow furrowed. “Yeah, can you believe that? The guy was nuttier than a squirrel turd.”

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Reno sat on the top rail of the fence, fascinated. Chase wore an old checkered shirt, its sleeves long gone, the back wet with sweat. A cowboy hat, grungy from hard use, sat planted firmly on his head. His big arms glistened in the beaming sun as he held the rope and turned circles while the bronc reconciled itself to the idea of being domesticated. Reno grinned. If only Chase were that easy to tame.

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No, wait." Toni clung harder to Cash's arm. He outweighed her by double, but he turned back to her. "There's something I need to tell you." She moved closer, working up her courage. He looked at her with his soft, brown eyes. Kind. Always kind since the day she came here, admitting she'd run away from her husband. He always looked at her with that longing, hungry gaze, but he never overstepped. Well, today was her day to overstep.

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After a minute, Trace panted, "Macy, darlin'," as he crashed to her side, pulling her on top of him. "You won the bet. Anything you want is yours. You just need to ask." His heart gradually slowed to normal, while his body tingled with a major afterglow. She kissed his shoulder. "Anything?" Her voice purred. He pulled a pillow under his head to look down at her then combed his fingers through her soft hair. He would give her anything. His house, his horse, his heart. "Name it."

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Trace stood behind her and spread his palms across her bare upper back, then he eased them down her sides. "You're so small." His hands wrapped around her waist, nearly spanning it. "And you smell so good…" He pressed his cheek against her hair and took a deep breath. "Flowers." 

Macy wished she could tell him the name of her perfume, wished she could say anything, but her thoughts flowed muzzy and thick like honey. When she leaned back slightly, she found him there, his his hard chest pressing against her back.

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Her thigh muscles tightened, pushing his hand in closer, his calluses softly abrading her swollen flesh, kicking up her desire and sending her spinning.

His finger slid into her slick folds, then deeper, up inside her. “Baby, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

The demanding penetration against her oversensitized flesh started quivers in her core, squeezing against his finger.

His voice rolled deep and thick. “You’re so tight, I can only fit one—”

“More. Please.” Her body shook, so close to orgasm it made her woozy.

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And damned if her feet didn't choose that moment to stumble over themselves and send her flailing backward to smack her ass against the car door. Thank heaven the car was there, or her white capris pants would now be collecting a sample of Texas dirt.

While she was busy making a fool of herself, he stopped his confident stride at the top of the porch steps and his full lips twitched. Under the brim of his hat, his dark eyes glimmered briefly and he rubbed his beard stubble. Was he laughing at her? That's what she got for wearing her sexiest spike-heeled sandals to try to impress her fantasy cowboy.

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