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“Ezequiel,” she says in a breathy voice that threatens to tighten my balls.

My grimace relaxes a bit as I switch the view and manage to put my phone back in the holder. I wrap my hands around her hips, holding on as I take her for a long-awaited ride.

Sage is making little sounds of pleasure each time I plunge in. Both things I never thought I’d hear. Her inner muscles are starting to quiver. It’s making it hard to hold back. At this point, I’m not even sure how I’ve lasted this long.

She cries out. Her hips push against me as she comes up on her elbows. Her body’s spasming, closing around my cock in the tightest grip I never could have imagined. I slam back in her tight little cunt. Once…Twice…Then I close my eyes as I claim the very last second I can be inside her.

I clench my teeth as I pull out just when my balls are ready to explode.

Sage is panting. She’s wasted, her body limp on the seat. I’m ready to join her there, but I have to turn off the camera before she sees. Just one last thing to do. I run my fingers over her right cheek, spreading my cum over that beautiful ass.

This is another moment I wish I could catch on video because I know I’ve got to have a huge grin on my face right about now.

Chapter 12

Ezequiel

I follow the road behind Sage until we reach the gate. Opening my door, I climb out of the truck, thoughts of her still filling my mind.

I walk past her vehicle and go around to the latch without a sideways glance. A woman could expect different things after what just happened. I’m not sure I’m prepared to find out what this one wants.

I pull up the chain that goes around the gate and the main post, taking the lock in hand. Yeah, I could have given her the combination. She’s security, so she should have it anyway. But I chose to drive out with her. Why? She’s unarmed, and unfamiliar with this particular area. Never mind that she made it from here to the hangar by herself earlier.

One hand on the gate, I walk back across the road to let her through. What will she do? I hadn’t meant to go so far, yet here we are. The question is, where will this end up?

She drives past, and I curl my fingers into a fist, squeezing tight. There isn’t a single vehicle on the road to distract us. I start preparing to deal with whatever she might say.

Only she pulls the truck out onto the highway and picks up speed. Instead of the drama I was half expecting, she pretty much took off without a backward glance.

I let out a breath as I walk back, putting the chain back in place as I work through the mess of thoughts. It should be a relief that she kept driving, but somehow it’s not.

Setting the lock in place gives a sense of finality. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s been a long day, but we did everything we were supposed to. I should have a feeling of accomplishment, but instead, I’m restless as I walk back to the truck.

Doing a U-turn, I head home, determined to put Sage out of my mind. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow with all the ranch hands off for the weekend. I’ll need to step up the search for the last few cows. This would be so much easier if we had a helicopter. That would be a hell of an investment. Might make it easier to get out of here every now and then.

I’ve never seen you in town.

I should call Addler and give him an update. I pull my cell from my back pocket and dial his number then set my phone in the holder. The simple act triggers a replay of what happened earlier.

Sage is on the screen, stock-still. I could feel the energy pulsing through her body, a mix of excitement and nerves. She’s holding her breath in anticipation, waiting to see what I’ll do. My fingertips prickle, and I remember the feel of her skin as I move down her chest to go into her shirt.

“What’s up?” Addler’s voice comes through the speakers, breaking into my thoughts. It takes me a second to focus enough to open my mouth. I clear my throat before speaking.

“We hit all the locations on the list,” I say, thinking back to the first stop, to the drilling rig then, ultimately, to the encounter with the rattler. “Some shit’s in the wrong place, but we found everything we were supposed to.” And a hell of a lot of trouble in the process.

“Okay. That’s one less thing to worry about,” Addler says, sounding more relaxed.

“Security’s going to turn in the list on Monday so they can get all the equipment posted in the right place,” I continue. “That way everything’s accounted for when you’re all official-like,Mr. de Marco.”

I can almost picture Addler on the other end of the line. That last bit was for him, since I know how he feels about being called Mr. de Marco. To him, that’s always been the old man, his grandfather, whose expectations he thinks he hasn’t met.

“She give you any trouble?” he asks, not taking the bait.

I hesitate, giving myself time to think. Spending the day with Sage led to a whole lot more than what I expected, but I don’t think Addler needs to hear about any of it.

“What do you mean?” I ask, trying to figure out what to say without sounding like a fool.

“I don’t know that anyone would appreciate being called in to work on a holiday,” Addler says, his tone sharper now.

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