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A shiver of excitement suddenly rippled down her spine.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to give you a reminder at least once a week.”

“Uh…”

“Is that a problem, darlin’?”

“Uh, no.”

“Just as well,” he crooned, then delivered a hard swat on her right cheek. “Balance, baby, we’ve gotta keep things in balance,” he continued, landing another on the left. “Punishment and pleasure, equal measures of both.”

He began spanking her in a steady rhythm, evoking gasps and cries, but just as she was about to beg him to stop he slipped his fingers into her sex.

“Is there something you want, Annie?”

“Yes, yes, please, sir, will you take me?”

Wordlessly straddling her thighs, he gripped her hips, pulled her up, and placing his hardness at her entrance, he slowly pushed forward. After waiting a moment to savor her warmth, he began to pump, thrusting slowly until her moans told him she ached for more. But wanting to see her, he pulled out and flipped her over.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he grunted, gazing at her body.

Taking hold of her wrists and pinning them on either side of her head, he lowered his lips to her puckered nipples and drew them into his mouth. Urged on by her moans, he sucked harder, then shifted his attention to her lips, kissing her urgently while he positioned himself against her wetness and thrust forward. As she let out a muffled cry, he suddenly needed to utterly possess her. Vigorously stroking, he squeezed his eyes shut and relished the feel of her engulfing warmth.

“Please, sir…?” she suddenly begged. “I’m so close. Please may I come?”

“Yeah, darlin’, I’m right there with you.”

Accelerating and tightening his grip on her wrists, he lowered his chest so her nipples would brush against his wiry chest hairs. He knew it would be the spark to send her over the top, and with her cries filling the room, he surrendered to his sparkling explosion…

Long minutes later, curled in his arms, she whispered something he couldn’t hear.

“What did you say, darlin’?”

“I’ve have a song in my head about you, and I just thought of the title.”

“Go on.”

“The Cowboy’s Magic Touch.”

EPILOGUE

The following day, while Brody was welcoming the visitors for his clinic and helping their horses settle, Annie was busy on the phone. After contacting her lawyer and outlining the hellish months she’d suffered through and the recent events at the ranch, he assured her he’d break all ties with Geoffrey Palmer and the management company.

Her next call was to Julie Preston. The savvy PR agent who once represented Patty Henderson was horrified but not surprised by Annie’s account of her hellish days with the famous manager.

In the following days, Annie appeared on national television entertainment shows and national news shows sharing her story and warning eager young hopefuls to stay on the alert for predators like Geoff.

A few weeks later, the investigation into Patty Henderson’s deadly car accident was reopened, but already facing a slew of charges, on his lawyer’s advice, Geoff became cooperative and confessed to tampering with her vehicle.

In spite of her busy schedule, Annie took time out every day to watch Brody with his horses. One afternoon, gazing up at the forest, she noticed Smoky Hill was once again living up to its name.

“Are you ready to venture back there,” Brody asked, walking up to her. “We can go on that overdue trail ride.”

“I’d like nothing better,” she replied. “And I bet Bella and Rocky would love it too, though you know he’s still Merlin to me.”

“I don’t think he cares what you call him. He loves you to pieces, like I do.”

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