“You gotta move with the horse.” Cash nudges my backside with his pelvis. “Otherwise, you’re gonna end up getting hurt.” It’s all I can do not to sputter as he rolls his hips, urging me to roll mine too. My scalp prickles as a wave of unwelcome desire moves through me. “Um. Ahem. I…feel like I’m humping the horse while you’re humping me.” “No humping. Only riding.” I hear the smirk in his voice. He rolls his hips again. I roll mine, too, if only to lessen the intensity of the contact. “You know you’re a walking, talking sexual harassment suit.” “I’m the guy keeping you in the saddle. Best mind
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