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I catch her with one hand as she releases all over my cock, and I rub her through it, endless waves of pleasure soaking my suit pants.

“Good fucking girl,” I say over and over as I kiss her.

“Good fucking girl, Ophelia.”

*

MOM AND DAD ARRIVED to watch the balloons land, and I took several strides away so they wouldn’t hear and got out my phone.

“I’d like to speak to a Harvey Jorgenson,” I said. “Get that motherfucker on the phone right now.”

Chapter 14 (Ophelia)

The Derby was tomorrow, and I still didn’t know shit about what shady thing was going down. Teddy claimed he could protect me, but what exactly could he do about it?

I would have to convince him to tell me something. At least what they were planning to do. I needed something to give Harvey to get this criminal charge off my back.

“Let’s go to the haberdashers,” Teddy said. “I need to get you some silks.”

“Silks?” I cried, trying to ignore the delicious warm sensation of my cunt being thoroughly fucked. “That’s what the jockeys wear.”

“They wear silks to show who they belong to,” Teddy said, his voice a rumble in my ear as he put his sports car into gear. “And this will show who you belong to.”

I opened my mouth and then shut it.

That wasn’t true, was it?

At one time maybe I thought it had been sort of true. Otherwise why would I go to so many of his dumb football games?

He grinned at me as he maneuvered the little car through downtown Louisville traffic, that huge shit-eating grin on his perfect golden boy face, daring me to object. Daring me to say he didn’t own me.

That cream suit jacket was molded against his huge broad shoulders, his tie looking a bit rumpled where I had tried to strangle him, but of course it didn’t make him look any less stupidly perfect.

But what might have been true in college wasn’t true now. Not after he had gone to work for Dad’s company.

When he knew exactly how I felt about how Dad and Barrington Stables treated their retired thoroughbreds!