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She pressed her cheek into my palm, looking up at me so sweetly.

Something about watching me had changed something in her.

I liked it.

“You keep watching me, thinking all of those filthy thoughts that I know are going through your mind right now, and when this is over, I’ll show you how hot this can really make me.”

I sat back on my saddle and watched her face turn bright red for a moment before I turned and trotted away.

I had so many plans for her as soon as this game was over, but there were two more chukkas to go, and I was going to send the Englishmen back across the pond with their tails firmly tucked between their legs.

The game flew by. I was suddenly in the zone.

I could still feel Stella’s eyes on me, taking me in, probably objectifying me, but it somehow fueled me.

I wanted to win more than ever.

Not just for the sake of winning, though usually that was enough, but because I wanted to show off for her.

I wanted to show her exactly what I was capable of and that I had no problem going to war with men half my age and making them look like pathetic children playing a man’s game.

I might have been older, but I was still in my prime, and she needed to know it.

By the time the game was over, my team had scored fifteen goals.

Ten of those were from me personally, and the other five were from Luc.

The English had scored none.

In most places, that would be unusual for a polo match, but between Luc and me, we owned this field. Nobody was scoring on my grass.

Now it was time for me to take my prize.

Usually, I’d be with my team, cleaning up in the locker rooms. Or if I had a bad game or didn’t feel like talking to anyone, I’d go to my own private stable, clean up in my own suite, and be back in time for the award ceremony.

Today, I had a better idea.

I waved Luc off, signaling to him that I was going to go to my own stable.

Instead, I rode towards Stella and reached out my arm, offering it to her.

She looked up at me, her brows twisted in a question as she placed her delicate hand in mine.

In one swift pull, I hoisted her onto the saddle, her ass sitting solidly in front of me with both her legs on one side.

She gave the cutest little scream as she held on, her arms wrapping around my waist as she pressed her face into my neck.

Fuck the award ceremony.

I was taking my prize now.

“Hold on tight, baby girl. It’s going to be a rough ride.”

CHAPTER 26

STELLA

Ihad no idea where we were going.

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