‘I’ve fantasised about this,’ she whispered. Dylan jolted his pelvis up, deeper into her, she dug her nails into his shoulders making him wince in pain. Then he released himself fully into her and she gave a gasp of relief. ‘I knew it would be this good,’ she said into his ear, delving her tongue inside.
Then there was a loud bang. They both froze.
‘Sam! I’m home, sweetheart!’ called a voice from downstairs.
‘I thought you said he wasn’t back till tonight,’ rasped Dylan.
‘He wasn’t supposed to be!’ she hissed back. Panic-stricken, she jumped out of the hot tub, gathered his clothes and flung them at Dylan, who had leapt out of the water to catch them. ‘Turn left down the hall, take the stairs and go out the back. We’ll meet you at the stables.’ Dylan shot off. He heard Samantha shout down the hallway, ‘Just upstairs, darling. Won’t be long!’
Dylan dashed down the stairs, dressed and ran. Catching his breath, he went back into the stables. My God, that was a close shave. He cursed himself for very nearly losing a good client, not to mention risking the wrath of her husband.
A few minutes later they both arrived. The transformation in Samantha was unbelievable. Gone was the sexy sundress; now she wore jeans and a white shirt. Her hair was pinned up in a bun.
‘Hello, pleased to meet you, Dylan.’
‘And you, too, Mr Tait.’ They both shook hands. ‘These are beautiful horses you have here.’ Dylan avoided Samantha and concentrated on her husband, who looked even older than his photograph in the flesh.
‘Yes. I believe you have come to some arrangement with my wife?’
Dylan looked him in the eye and replied with a charming smile, ‘Yes, I think we’re both happy with the terms and conditions.’
