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    â€œThat’s it,” he said. “Keep at it, darlin’.”
    She opened her mouth and let her tongue slip into his. When she unbuckled his belt and realized it was the holster strapped around his waist, Eliza felt an excited chill run through her. The gun was heavy and she lowered it to the floor, thinking about all the things it was capable of. Before she knew it, she had his pants down over his hips and was freeing his cock from his undergarments.
    Suddenly, Slocum pushed her onto the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. Eliza watched him anxiously while pulling up her skirts. She gasped with excitement when he reached down to strip away the last layers of fabric to reveal the thatch of hair between her thighs. She was wet and ready for him. Her heart pounded with anticipation as she spread her legs and unbuttoned the top of her dress.
    His penis was rigid when he guided it between her legs. Eliza gripped the bed with both hands and let out a moan as Slocum pumped into her. He drove into her harder with every thrust. When he lowered himself on top of her, Eliza wrapped her legs around him and said, “I want it faster.”
    â€œYeah,” he grunted. “I’ll give it to you how you like it.”
    He pumped faster and Eliza savored every second. Lying on that unfamiliar bed with its expensive blanket and overstuffed pillows, she was living the dream she’d had for so long about breaking free and doing whatever she pleased as long as it felt good. She smiled and let herself go even further, moaning with him and pumping her hips in time to his rhythm.
    â€œNow,” she moaned. “Slower.”
    Slocum wasn’t listening. He pounded into her again and again. She was more than wet enough to accommodate him, but Eliza needed the change of pace to bring her climax closer to fruition.
    â€œSlower,” she urged.
    Slocum pumped one last time, arched his back, and exploded inside her. After a few seconds of trembling, he rolled off her and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Bet you . . . never had it . . . like that.”
    Still feeling a tingle beneath her skin, Eliza rolled onto her side and ran a hand across his chest. “That was so exciting,” she said.
    â€œYou’re damn right it was.”
    â€œI want you to touch me some more.”
    â€œHuh?” he grunted.
    She took Slocum’s hand to guide it toward her breasts. Her nipples were erect and eager to feel his touch on her sensitive skin.
    He couldn’t pull his hand away fast enough. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, will ya?”
    â€œI was just . . .” Seeing that she’d lost his attention, Eliza reached out to see if she could coax his penis back to its former hardness.
    â€œWhat did I just tell you?” Slocum snapped as he jumped to his feet to pull his clothes back on.
    As she watched him hiking his pants up while trying not to fall over, Eliza wondered if this was the same man she’d been so attracted to back at the Second Saloon. Now that she thought about it, she wondered why Mary and that other girl she’d mentioned had gone on so much about John Slocum in the first place.
    â€œAre you angry?” she asked.
    â€œNo,” he grunted. “Just tuckered out. You know how that is.”
    â€œYes,” she said, even though she had more than enough energy to rumple the bed linens a whole lot more. Then, she thought of something that gave her some hope to salvage the rest of the night. “Maybe you just need to rest. Come lie down with me.”
    â€œNah. I’m gonna play some more poker. Maybe my same seat is still free.”
    Eliza stripped out of her dress and knelt on the bed facing him. Her hands wandered along the front of her body, lifting her full, rounded breasts while savoring the feel of her nipples sliding against her palms. “Come back here with me. You can catch your breath, and when you’re