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I remembered Brandt when he dressed as John Wayne for a Halloween party. Not a good look for him.
    Picking up his briefcase, Mason strolled toward the door. He stopped in the doorway and gazed at me, his lips parted.
    I had the distinct feeling Mason Maddox had no idea what he wanted to say.
    Could I make him stay a moment longer? My mind raced to come up with a question he might answer. I needed a tidbit from him, something personal so I felt like I knew him a little bit better.
    I thought about how Dix had known exactly what to do to spur Mason into action.
    “Mason?”
    He raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say “what?”
    “This sibling rivalry you have with your brother seems unusually intense. Where do you think that comes from?”
    He appeared surprised at the question, which I supposed was pretty odd coming from a naked woman in his office.
    He chuckled. That near-smile was such a fabulous tease, I was desperate to see the full-blown version.
    “From the time Dix was a little kid, Mama was always asking me why I didn’t have more friends like Dix had, or why I didn’t smile more, like Dix. She always liked him better, so I hated him the whole time we were growing up.”
    “And now you’re in business with him.”
    “Yeah…I don’t have a whole lot of family left to choose from.” He glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a meeting with my ranch foreman. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    He left and shut the door behind him.
    I lay on the couch for a moment, shivering under the air conditioning vent.
    In my mind, Mason’s voice still whispered commands in my ear.
    I slipped my hand down between my thighs, already excited again. Spreading pussy cream over my clit, as he had done, I swirled my finger around and around.
    I spread my legs as wide as I could with my calves resting on the arm of the couch. In my imagination, Mason had tied my ankles to his bedposts.
    I let my knees fall open so my pussy would feel vulnerable to his whims.
    He was slipping the edge of his rubber paddle over my nipples and down my stomach, threatening to use it on me if I didn’t follow his orders. He unzipped his pants and slid his cock into me, filling me with his heat.
    “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you beg for mercy,” he threatened.
    My body quivered under his. “Yes, Mr. Maddox,” I replied. And my words sent me into instant orgasm.
    I cried out. I’m not sure what, exactly, but it was so loud, I didn’t hear the door open behind my head.
    “What the hell went on here?”
    At the sound of Dixon’s voice, I grabbed the throw pillow, hugged it to my body, and sat up.
    Could this be more embarrassing?
    “I…we…”
    “We?” He glanced around the empty room.
    “Um, yes, we…” What was I going to say?
    “I’ll tell you what. You put your clothes on, then meet me in my office and tell me the story.”
    He winked and he left the room, obviously enjoying my embarrassment.

    *****
A few minutes later, I was in Dix’s office, fully clothed and glad I wasn’t a blusher. I’d come in as quickly as possible because I wanted to get this conversation over with.
    “Take a load off,” Dix said, nodding toward one of his blue upholstered guest chairs.
    Once I was seated, I couldn’t help glancing down at my clothes self-consciously. At least all the buttons of my blouse were done up and my skirt was turned the right way.
    This was mortifying. Dix sat there with his elbow on his desk, his chin propped on his thumb as his forefinger made a moustache over his lip.
    He appeared to be deep in thought.
    My patience was wearing thin. “Why did you come back? I really wish you hadn’t seen me naked.”
    “Why? You’re in great shape. Besides, I’ve seen so many women naked, they should give me a gynecologist license by now.”
    I burst out laughing, now grateful to Dix for cutting through the humiliation.
    “God, you’re full of yourself. I guess you have a different woman for every night of the week.”
    “Not anymore,”