Impact

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Authors: Cassandra Carr
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of it was exciting too. She’d always thought one of the sexiest parts of being a submissive was knowing her Dom could take her there anytime he wanted to—that he could press his thick, hard cock into her ass and fuck her whenever the inspiration struck him because she’d chosen to give her body to him.
    Jessica was shaken out of her reverie when her co-liaison, Ryan, walked into the room. He looked at her strangely. “Are you all right? You look a little flushed.”
    “I’m fine.” Jessica cleared her throat and turned back to her computer.
    Ryan wouldn’t be dissuaded though. He came to stand beside her and reached down, running his hand along her cheek. She jumped. “Hey, no need to get all worked up. I was just seeing if you had a fever.” The look in his eyes said otherwise and Jessica hoped to hell Ryan hadn’t misinterpreted her friendliness for something more. That was all she needed.
    “I told you, I’m fine.” She stood and backed away a bit. Ryan frowned but said nothing. “Did you talk to those two other guys?”
    “Yeah, finally. Had to chase ’em down way back by the auxiliary pens. I think they were trying to avoid me.”
    “Probably. Listen, I need to do a few things yet. Did you need anything?”
    “Uh, no. Want to grab some dinner later?” He smiled and the old Ryan was back.
    “Sure.”
    “So we’ll meet afterward and take a cab to the hotel?”
    She glanced up. “Huh?”
    Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Dinner.”
    “Oh. I thought you meant here during the competition.”
    He seemed to deflate a little, and Jessica felt bad since he’d been nothing but nice to her since she’d started the job, but she had no intention of letting him think they were going out on a date. She was trying to figure out how to tell him she was busy later without mentioning Conner when Ryan nodded.
    “Sure, here is fine. I’ll come find you.”
    Ryan left and Jessica glanced at her watch. She had just enough time to call her brother Evan before she had to finish her tasks. She didn’t want to miss the competition either. Conner would be riding late, but she was still learning the intricacies of the sport and liked watching the event itself as much as possible. Evan picked up the phone after a couple of rings.
    “Hey, Jess!”
    “Hey. Do you have a minute to talk?”
    “For my baby sister? Sure.”
    Jessica snorted. “Baby by fifteen months.”
    “Still a baby…”
    “Whatever. So what’s going on? How’s the ranch?”
    “You know Dad. It’s always something.”
    “Uh-oh. What’s he got you doing now?”
    “I'm looking into getting some minerals to supplement the Longhorns. He’s never happy.” She laughed. Her dad was always studying up on something, but she supposed that was why he’d run a successful ranch for so many years. “I’m guessing you didn’t call to talk to about cow nutrition though. What’s up?”
    “Just wanted to give you an update. Things are good here.” She paused and took a breath. “I met a guy.”
    “Where? On tour?”
    “Yeah. He’s a rider.” She wondered how much she should tell him. Evan was the closest to her of her three brothers, but he was still protective of her. “We’re just getting to know each other, really. Don’t tell Dad or the guys. If it gets serious enough I’ll tell them, but I don’t need the lectures right now.”
    “You got it. You be careful though, you hear me? Don’t make me get all big-brother protective. Travis does a much better job at it, but if this guy hurts you I’ll make an exception.”
    “Thanks, Evan.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Get back to work, slacker.”
    Jessica laughed as she hung up. She missed her family, but there was no way she would’ve survived staying in Brownfield her whole life.
    After forcing her mind back to her work, she double-checked her paperwork for the day and went to watch the competition. The bulls seemed to be in an especially bad mood. Cowboy after cowboy was getting bucked off, and the

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