Finally, he sagged against her trembling flesh, his prick limp, his chest heaving for breath. He was furious with himself for losing control like that. Not that he couldn't get it up again for her – hell, he could get it up five times a day when it came to business, especially where money like this was concerned – but because he'd let a country hick like this blonde shatter his precious control.

And he couldn't help it because her cunt was so Goddamned hot and juicy and wild and eager, like a teenage. And why not? She'd only lost her cherry to him a couple of days ago. It was a point of pride with Jack that he had to outdo every other stud in the world, and the prospect of ruffling Carol for any other man she might meet drove him to give her the fuck of her life. It never occurred to the sleek hustler that he might push his point too far, and that his sex-prowess might boomerang on him with devastating results.

They dried each other down and went back to the stuffy bedroom. Jack sprawled back on the bed with a cigarette while Carol leaned on her elbow next to him, staring down into his eyes intensely. He stirred uneasily. Sometimes she gave him the creeps when she looked at him like that, her eyes shining on him with such fierce passion, like she would eat him alive if he dozed off. Hell, he'd had chicks crazy about him before, but there were depths in the gleaming blue eyes of this one that sent faint prickles of fear tripping up his spine. Jack knew from bitter experience that you could get a woman so crazy about you, they went crazy period. His wife was like that. So was this one, only more so, because she'd just lost her cherry to him after a lifetime of frustration.

"Why can't I come with you to Reno?" Carol asked him softly.

He held his temper in. "Goddamnit, I told you, angel, because I have to do this alone. That's no place for you. You do exactly as I tell you, stay with Apex until I send for you. Then we'll get married, honeymoon in Acapulco, and be on Easy Street for a hell of a long time."