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around.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, playfully pushing the hay back toward him.
    “I thought you could use a little reprieve.” He laughed, raking up another pile of hay and tossing it at her.
    “Oh...you are in deep trouble, Mister,” she said, grabbing a handful of hay and tossing it over his head.
    He chuckled, dropping his rake and grabbing up a handful of hay. He tossed it at her and they proceeded to see who could look the messiest, laughing and pelting at one another, until he grabbed her into his arms. She giggled, moving closer to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and they held the moment.
    “It’s good to hear you laugh again,” he said.
    His hands hung on her hips and he slowly inched them up her shirt.
    “It’s good to hear you sounding happy, too,” she agreed. She reached up and pulled a piece of hay from his hair, throwing it to the ground.
    He moved in closer, pulling her into a kiss. They lost themselves as the kiss grew deeper, almost forgetting they were still at work until they heard the clearing of a throat. He pulled back from her, immediately dropping his hands and looking up to find their boss standing in the doorway.
    “Uh, hi Marge,” Kevin grabbed the rake and stepped away from Tara.
    “Hi, you two. I was just checking to see how things were going.” She looked back and forth between the two of them. There seemed to be more curiosity in her gaze than anger or surprise. “Do either of you need a new assignment?” She raised an eyebrow as she waited for their reply.
    “No, thanks,” he quickly blurted out. “We’re getting back to work.”
    He returned to his stall and attempted to take his mind off Marge, who still stood at the doorway.
    “Okay,” she replied, seeming unconvinced as she left the barn.
    After she was gone, Kevin looked up to see Tara’s face was bright red. “How embarrassing,” she said, with a laugh.
    He snickered, moving back to her stall. “She nearly got an eyeful,” he replied, putting his hand back up her shirt and rubbing her back. “Now, where were we?” He kissed her neck.
    “Kev,” she whispered, sounding frustrated. “We’re going to get into trouble.”
    “What are they going to do? Fire us? This is our last day.” He continued to kiss her neck, until she finally relaxed against him. She turned around and their lips met. “I need you so badly right now,” he mumbled.
    She parted from the kiss and reached for his hand. “I’ve got an idea,” she whispered. She led the way to the stairs to the hayloft. He couldn’t believe what they were going to do. And he couldn’t believe it was Tara’s idea.
    They reached the hayloft, hidden from sight of anyone who would enter the barn. For a few minutes it would be their secret place, and he’d cherish it.
    ***
    “W e’ll have to make it quick,” Tara muttered as she leaned up against the tall stack of hay. The straw pieces pierced her back and made her itch, but she quickly forgot about it when Kevin planted a long kiss on her lips. His hands pressed into her back, securing her body against his.

Chapter 5
    “G od, I love you so much,” Tara whispered against his lips, feeling his erection already poking at her leg. He tugged at the button of her pants and pulled them down with her panties until they dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them.
    “Turn around,” Kevin ordered, coaxing her to face the hay.
    He spread her legs apart and bent her forward.
    “Oh God...” she whimpered, pushing back as she felt his hardness pressed up between her legs. He lifted the hair from her back and trailed kisses down the back of her neck, slowly wandering down to her shoulder blade. Just before he entered her soaking wet channel, he bit her earlobe gently, sending a wave of heat throughout her craving body.
    Kevin gripped her hips hard and launched his wild attack on her pussy. All Tara could do to not attract any unwanted attention from staff was to clamp one hand over her
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