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on his bed of straw. His eyes burned through her
clothes. “Your folks?”
    “Both sleeping.”
    He dropped to his knees beside her, his cock
pushing his pants straight out. “I intend to start at your toes and
kiss every inch of you.”
    Goldie smiled up at him, licking her lips.
“We don’t have much time, so let me take care of things.”
    His brows arched.
    “Lie on your back, please, and put your hands
behind your head.”
    After some hesitation, he did as she asked.
“Are you going to punish me for coming back?”
    She straddled his knees and unzipped his
jeans. His cock leaped forward. As she pulled his pants down, her
tongue traced the underside of his erection, giving special
attention to the tender spot right under its crown. Duncan’s back
arched and he moaned. Down came his hands and slipped through her
hair. “Uh uh,” came from around his cock, and she motioned for him
to put his hands back behind his head. Sucking hard, she slid her
mouth down to the base of his erection. Clutching it, she dropped
her head between his open legs and sucked a testicle into her
mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Then she graced the other
one with tender affection, while her hand stroked his rod faster
and faster.
    His hips moved in time with the movements of
her hand. “Oh, my God. Sweetheart, move. I’m about to lose it.”
    With a quick movement, her mouth covered his
cock. One arm reached between his legs, gripped his ass and held
him tight against her face. He lost control and seized her head and
plunged into her mouth. She began sucking and swallowing, pulling
everything he had from his raging body. He pumped his essence deep
into her throat, crying out and moaning.
    His arched back collapsed into the straw bed.
Breathing like a freight train, he tried to speak, but
couldn’t.
    She straddled his waist and smiled down at
him in female victory. She had ravaged, taken, and overcome. Never
had she felt such power. But then, she’d never serviced a man this
way before.
    He pulled her down and gently kissed her
lips. His eyes flared. “First time I’ve ever tasted myself.” His
face blazed.
    She chuckled. “Good, hmm?” He seemed stuck
for something to say. “I’m going inside and start breakfast. Give
me about thirty minutes and come in, please.”
    “Your parents?”
    “Yes, if you intend on hanging around, you
have to pass Dad’s muster.”
    “Kinda nervous before—now you’ve scared the
hell out of me.”
    “Am I worth it, or not?”
    “Hell yes, but it doesn’t do a thing for my
nerves.”
    She shimmied down the ladder and headed for
the house, brushing strands of hay from her body.
    Biscuits were in the oven, bacon fried, and
Goldie whipped eggs as Susan walked in. “Oh, honey, something
smells so good. Pulled your dad and me right out of bed. What time
is it?”
    “Ten thirty.”
    Her father strode through the kitchen. “Here
on the old farm, being a sluggard makes me feel right guilty.” He
jerked the back door open. “Pretty day. Let’s leave the door open.
My God, what happened out here?”
    Susan joined him, her eyes following his.
“Oh, things look nice. Goldie, did you have a genie visit while we
slept?”
    Clinton asked, “Why is Baby tied to the
tractor? And, where’s the stallion?”
    Goldie’s throat tightened. “A genie is
shoveling out her stall. I sold Jumper.”
    “Why did you do that? Jumper is a fine
horse.”
    “Without Leven around to ride him, he became
too wild for me to handle. Besides, I needed the money.”
    She glanced in the oven. The biscuits were
browning, so she poured the prepared eggs into oil from the bacon.
Come on, Duncan, get your butt in here. She stirred the scrambled
eggs with one hand and pulled the bread from the oven with the
other. Flipping the pan, the biscuits tumbled onto the counter. Her
mother joined her and put them in a bread basket.
    Clinton stepped from the door. “Come take a
look, Susan. I do believe Goldie’s genie is