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dry.
    “What
you’re asking is selfish and unreasonable.  Just think about it for
a  moment.  That guy just --”
    “---
just what?  Did what he’s paid to do?” she spat.   Now she was really frustrated and there was no stopping
her.   Her temper had taken hold!  
     “Kate. 
I’m warning you.  Settle down or you’ll be sorry.”
    “I
just want to ride my frickin' horse!” she yelled, leaning her shoulders
forward.
    Dante
shook his head. 
    “Okay
Princess.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    What
happened next both appalled and horrified her.  With one foul swoop she
was up off the ground, over his shoulder and being carried up to the house.
    “DAMMIT
PUT ME DOWN!” she’d screamed.  “NOW!”
    Dante
had completely ignored her protestations, but when she kicked out and squirmed
violently, almost dislodging herself from his hold, he stopped and said in a
very deep, stern voice,
    “I
promise you, one of these days I’m going to spank you silly,” and swatted her a
couple of times.
     She
was absolutely mortified.  She couldn’t believe that he’d smacked her and
even worse what he had threatened. But it had stopped her kicking.  If
he’d been brazen enough to throw her over his shoulder he could just easily be
brazen enough to make good on his frightening promise.
    When
her father met them at the door to see what all the commotion was about, Dante
had stood her down and explained very calmly the details of her
unreasonable request.  She had interrupted him at the outset,
but Dante had shot her a look with those warning eyes and she felt herself
wither under the gaze.  Her father, to her shock and dismay, had actually
sided with Dante.  Absolutely furious she had raced up to her room
slamming the door as hard as she could.  
    Not
only didn't she get to ride her horse, she'd gotten into a fight
with Dante and blown a golden opportunity to spend time with him.
    The
incident haunted her for months and often crossed her mind in the years that
followed.  And always - every single time it came to mind - she felt
a hot erotic spark travel through her sex.  Now the wetness and wanting
was evident again. Her hand slithered into her tights and her fingers
touched her delicate, sensitive little button.
    She
let out a long, deep sigh.  Now he was in the house and
actually soaking in a tub just down the stairs. 
    Oh good grief, she thought.  I can’t stand it!
    Impatiently
she ripped off her leggings and laid back down, envisioning his face and chest
and recalling his intoxicating aroma. She let her mind drift, surrendering
to its whims and fancies.  She imagined she was still in the
bathroom and he was pulling her sweater up and over her head, admiring her
full, round, perfect breasts.
    She
imagined his rough hands roaming across her shoulders and moving down to cup
her tits, then feeling his warm and wicked tongue as he licked and sucked at
her nipples.  She moaned softly, believing he would never stop, and every
time she pulled back he would close his hands firmly around her mounds of
flesh, insisting she stay right where she was.
    Her
eyes shot open.  No man had ever treated her in such a fashion and she
didn’t understand why she loved the idea of Dante doing just that.  She
had always been the one who called the shots, she who controlled the pace and
tempo.  But in her fantasy Dante was no such man.  Oh no!  Her
body was his to enjoy as he wished.  
       Oh Dante , she moaned.  That kiss.  That kiss was unbelievable. 
I have dreamed of that kiss for sooooo long.
     
She ran her fingers across her mouth.  The way he had clutched her
hair ...! 
    She
squeezed her thighs together with the memory, thinking how she wanted him
to do it all over again.  She couldn't stand it.  She
wanted him to make love to her so badly.  Had wanted it for so
long.  And he was just through the door, down to the guest suite...  
    Dare
she?  Dare she go to him?   She
might