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“You have some sugar crumbs here.” She took another lick at the side of his throat, and now all he could think of was only her. “And here.”
His body hardened, standing to attention, immediately aware of her mouth on his skin. She pressed her breasts against his chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he could feel the hard tips of her nipples through the layers separating them. He pressed his growing erection against the vee between her legs. She gasped. But she didn’t stop. She pushed herself into him further.
She leaned forward to lick him again. He fisted her hair and pulled her head behind. “Jiya, if you don’t stop, we’ll never get around to doing what I’ve planned.”
She grinned. “Okay. Tell me.”
“Better, I’ll show you.” He dragged her off his lap and out the back of the house to the front of the stables, where a groom was waiting with Xerxes.
She rushed to the horse, taking his reins. “Hi, handsome. What are you doing here?”
The groom tied Xerxes to a pole and left them with a nod. Rohan took the hose pipe and began to water down Xerxes.
Splashes of water fell on her, and Jiya gasped. “We’re giving him a bath! Oh, what fun! Now, I’ll definitely get wet and messy.”
She lifted a big brush and wet it, pouring soap on it before scrubbing the horse’s back and his flanks. They worked in tandem easily, soaping and washing Xerxes, and like he’d expected, Jiya was enjoying every second of it. She kept talking to Xerxes nonstop as if he were a human, and the horse snorted and shifted on his feet in response as if he understood her. It was a delight to watch.
Rohan lifted each of the horse’s feet and used a brush to clean them while Jiya started hosing Xerxes, getting the soap off him.
“Do you ride him?” Jiya asked.
“He’s a racehorse, so he’s trained to carry a particular weight on him. Besides, his training is highly organized, and he has a strict routine. In order to be successful on the race tracks, he has to follow it, and he’s quite good with it. I try and spend time with him when he’s not training.”
“Nice.”
She asked him a couple of more questions on racing and Xerxes’ training schedule, and the morning drifted by easily.
“You really have this stud farm and racing business embedded in your skin,” Jiya remarked. “It’s amazing to see how personally invested you are in it.”
“Like I told you, my childhood was spent amongst the horses here; they gave me solace when I had none.”
Her brows marred in surprise, and he realized how easily he’d been giving her titbits of his past when he hadn’t shared those with anyone else. He was always so careful around people, never giving away much of himself. But with her, conversing was so easy. Things just slipped out of his mouth without much thought.
Water splashed on him, all of a sudden, drenching him. He spluttered under the torrent of the hose. He faced Jiya, who was smiling in glee. There were bubbles on her nose and chin, and the white shirt she was wearing was soaked. He could see her breasts and the outline of her dark nipples through her wet shirt. She was so sexy, and he…wanted her.
He marched towards her. She must have read the intent in his eyes because she squealed, dropped the hose, and began to run. He caught her waist before she could take two steps and spun her around in a little circle. He carried her to the hose, lifted it with one hand while keeping her trapped with his other arm, and sprayed the water down her head. She squirmed and he released her, continuing to spray water on her. Unable to free the hose from his grip, she began to splash handfuls of water on him. Lifting the water bucket, she tossed it at him. Now he was fully drenched too. She smiled as she saw him, rising on her toes and wrapping her arms around him. He dropped the hose and held her waist as she plastered her whole self to him, slamming her mouth to his.
His heart soared as she claimed his mouth again and again, her tongue dancing with his. His body was hard, his need roaring like a beat under his skin. He wanted her, and there was nothing stopping him from making her his again. He carried her in his arms and headed back to the house.
Jiya hid her face in his shoulder.
“You’re embarrassing me…” she said against his neck.
He looked down at her as he entered the main house. “Why?”
“What is your staff going to think?”
“I pay them well enough to keep their mouths and ears closed.”
She pouted. “Yeah, I’m sure you must have gotten them to sign off that ridiculous nondisclosure agreement that you made me sign.”
He ascended the stairs easily as if she weighed nothing in his arms. “Yeah, that too.”
Her eyes popped. “Oh my God. I was kidding.”
“I wasn’t. I do take my privacy very seriously, Jiya.”
He entered his bedroom, kicked the door shut, and proceeded straight to the ensuite. He only let her down when he was inside the shower cubicle.
