![]() Not being given a choice, I grabbed the pommel and swung my leg over the saddle. ![]() “Get on the fucking horse, before I lose my temper.” ![]() In a whiplash, he grabbed my waist and hurled me up over his head. ![]() I shot back, “No, but vulnerability is such a fetching result on you, Mr. Jethro muttered, “Smugness is not becoming on you, Ms. I couldn’t stop my small smile this time. I’d forced him to give into me, even though his intention all along was to make me repay. In some horrible way, I felt as if I’d consumed a part of him-giving him power over me. The horse swung its head to inspect me, its huge nostrils inhaling my scent.Įven though I’d eaten a sandwich and apple, Jethro’s heady flavour still laced my tongue, saturating me with his essence. I moved forward, eyeing up the giant beast. “Get on the horse,” Jethro ordered, but the unspoken word dangled behind his angry sentence. ![]() I was happy to see such an egotistical arsehole suffer from dealing with the girl who everyone thought was weak. Just don’t.” He ran a hand over his face, his mask slipping just a little, showing the strain around his eyes. I think I can manage walking back to Hawksridge.” “I’ve survived running through the woodland, climbing trees, and bringing you to an orgasm. ![]()
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