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daughter.
    So fucked-up, yet true.
    Just one fantasy about her would harness his desires.
    With jerky movements, he unbuckled his jeans. The big silver belt buckle he’d won last year gleamed in the fading light coming through the small window. Through it, he could see the backside of the big house. He focused on one of the windows, imagining it was Zoe Beth’s room.
    As he slid his cock from his boxers, his pulse raced. His mind flashed with images of the little vixen he needed to purge from his system. He wrapped his fist around his throbbing shaft and fondled his balls with his other hand.
    The first strokes drew a growl from him. He imagined Zoe Beth on her knees before him, lips parted, eyes hooded as she sucked him to the root. He worked his hand faster.
    This time he thought of her splayed over a hay bale, thighs spread so he could bury his tongue in her pussy.
    Heat climbed his body, incinerating all thought. He rolled the purple head of his cock through his fingers, smearing the precum at the tip. Dark need consumed him even as he gritted his teeth against that tumble in his heart that told him he needed to get control.
    He fixed his gaze on the window he hoped was her bedroom.
    The waves hit hard. Cum rocketed up from his balls and spurted over his fingers, splatting on the floor at his feet. He continued to pump his shaft as pleasure invaded his system.
    Along with it came the sweetness of a cowgirl who didn’t want him and who he had no business fantasizing about.
    Gasping, he eased his hold on his cock, teasing the flesh. The last bead of cum pearled on the tip. He rubbed it with the pad of his thumb, deep in the fantasies of grinding Zoe Beth’s clit into her tight little body as she screamed with release.
    “Fuck,” he groaned, glaring at the distant window.
    He didn’t get her out of his system. If anything, he’d pulled her in deeper.

Chapter Three
    Zoe Beth flipped on the light. The bare bulb illuminated the small, dusty room in the main barn, which they called the office. Midnight had come and gone, but she was restless—too disgusted with herself to sleep.
    After working so hard to keep from looking like a simpering female, that’s exactly how she’d acted at dinner.
    Flirting with those ranch hands. What the hell had she been thinking?
    I wasn’t. I just wanted to prove to Daddy that I can make my own choices. And that choice didn’t include Joseph Michaels.
    She shivered, still able to feel his hand on her shoulder. Fresh dislike wove through her belly.
    Staring at the wall of tack, she grabbed the first worn bit of leather within reach. With quick movements, she uncapped a jar of oil and started working it into the leather, using a cloth. The familiar scents fogged the air around her. Drawing a deep breath, she let it calm her.
    Well, as much as she could be calmed after acting like an idiot. Half an hour of flirting, and it would take years to rebuild her reputation in her father’s eyes.
    Tears smarted in hers. She might have blown it forever. A foreman couldn’t flirt with the men. She needed respect. Hand-feeding Mark and Len biscuits wasn’t how it was won.
    Finished with one bit of tack, she grabbed another off a nail protruding from the rough wood wall. A small metal table and a stool sat across the space. She gathered her supplies and took a seat.
    In the main part of the barn the quiet noises of horses sounded. Soft grunts and shifting of hooves on hay. All the comforts of home to Zoe Beth.
    The longer she worked, the more the tension eased from her shoulders. Fatigue was finally taking over. It had to be three a.m., and five o’clock came early on a day she was well rested. If she wanted to start regaining her daddy’s respect, she’d have to get up with the roosters.
    A scuffing noise reached her. She stiffened and spun on her stool to face the doorway.
    “Saw the light on.” Hayden set down something he’d been holding. The shadows obscured the object, but she suspected