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Behind her, Kenny started to choke.
“My pleasure.” Dallie’s answering smile was as warm as the Texas sun.
She continued addressing him as she pounded Kenny on the back. “I assume you’ll be issuing a press release announcing Kenny’s return to the tour.”
“First thing tomorrow.”
“Would it be too much to ask if I could have some input into its content?”
Dallie looked at Kenny, who finally had his breath back. “Your wife seems to want to start writing your press releases.”
Kenny looked a little embarrassed, but not too much. “I’ll talk to her.”
For a moment, she allowed her cheek to rest on his sodden golf shirt. “It won’t do you any good. You’ll defend everyone in the world except yourself.” She turned to the group. “In case the rest of you still don’t understand this, Kenny doesn’t believe he deserves to be defended. It’s because he’s still doing penance for his misguided youth.” She gazed up at him. “But no longer. Promise me.”
“Point number four?” he said.
She nodded.
He smiled. “I’d already made up my mind about that.”
As Dallie’s gaze returned to Emma, his eyes were filled with respect. “I’ll have one of our PR people call you first thing tomorrow. The two of you can work it out on the phone.”
“The three of us will work on it,” Kenny said. “I have our future children to think about.”
Emma smiled up at her husband. “Now,” she said softly, “it’s time for point number five.”
“You’re making me nervous.”
“That’s too bad.” Emma locked the door behind her. “Where’s that clothesline I bought?”
“Clothesline!” he croaked.
“I may not have to use it. Not if you follow instructions.”
He regarded her warily. The first thing she’d done when they got back to the ranch was order him into the shower—by himself!—and announce that she’d meet him when he was done. Now here she was, wrapped in a frilly little white piece of nothing with violets scattered all over it.
He’d pulled on a pair of jeans, but, feeling optimistic, he hadn’t bothered with anything else.
She gave him a brilliant smile, happy right down to the tips of her toes. He understood the feeling. This woman was the love of his life, and he wasn’t ever going to let her go. That didn’t mean, however, he’d allow things to get boring.
“Maybe it’s about time you tell me exactly what point number five involves.”
“Let me see. . . . How to explain in a way you’ll understand. . . .” She tapped her index finger against her front tooth, then smiled brightly. “Nothing to do, I suppose, but come right out with it. I’m dominating, you’re submitting.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Oh, no.” She walked over to the nightstand, picked up his wallet, pulled out some bills, and dangled the money in front of him. “I believe this will take care of your fee for the night.” She took her time stuffing the bills into the front pocket of his jeans. Damn, but he was going to enjoy being married to this woman.
“My fee?”
“For following orders. Being my submissive sex object. My hired escort for the night.” She studied his body, making him feel as if he were being scrutinized for purchase by a very cute wolf. It was a nice feeling. But he didn’t want to spoil her fun by giving in too easily, and he managed to glower at her. “Exactly what do you think you’re doing?”
“Uhmm . . .” She actually licked her lips. “Deciding which part of you I’m going to feast on first.”
Hot blood surged through his body, and his skin got clammy all over again. She knelt on the bed, looped a finger through one of the belt loops of his painfully tight jeans, and tugged. “I pick . . . here.” Clasping his hips in her palms, she nuzzled the skin right above his zipper, and, before he knew what was happening, she had him naked and flat on his back, where she began subjecting him to the most exquisite torture he’d ever experienced.
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