Damn those Daisy Duke shorts are going to be the end of me. Jenna's round little ass tempts me every time she bends over to grab a bucket of water and hell, and all I can think is that I want to bend her over my knee.

"You need any help with that?" I ask, even though I have no business helping a farm hand. This farm is mine, and Jenna is the farm girl we hired for the summer. She just finished her junior year of college and needed a summer job.

Though I know I'm lying to myself as I say it.

She is more than farm hand. She's the woman I want. The woman I need.

There's one reason I've stopped here in my truck and it's because I'm unable to resist a stolen conversation with her. I'm on my way to the lower fields to check on my crew, but damn, she's the only one I'm worried about.

The only one I think about.

I own this place and though I plow the fields, plant the crops, and take care of harvest, I rarely make my way down to the livestock barn, where Jenna is feeding the chickens, goats, horses and pigs their noon time meal.

Jenna's forehead is covered in sweat, beads of it roll down her neck and in between the crevice of her big tits. She's wearing a checkered shirt, tied at the waist showing her belly like a naughty school girl, the buttons popped on the top, and her beautiful tits are on display as she bends over filling a trough.

I love the way she looks, all sweaty, and I want to get her even more filthy.

Dammit, I can't think like this. Jenna is my business partner Luke's, stepdaughter. Or at least she was. He left her mother Kathy years ago, but Jenna is here at the farm because Luke is the kind of man who takes care of his own.

Right now though, I want to be the one who takes care of her.

"No, I got it, Chris. A man like you doesn't need to do work like this. I'm the farm girl." She smiles, waving me off. But damn I want her to give me a reason to stay.

"You sure seem to like it out here."

"I love it here, Chris. Have since I first visited when I was fifteen. I'm so glad you and Luke decided to become business partners. It makes some think I will always have a place here."

"You would always have a place here, regardless of Luke, you know that right?" I raise an eye, hoping I'm not being too fucking obvious. That I want her. Here. To stay. Not just for the summer, but forever.

"I don't think you know how good it is to hear you say that Chris. I didn't really know where I'd be living come fall."

I frown. "Don't you have your senior year of college?"

She bites her lip, looking away. "Right. Well, anyway. I feel at home here, and am so glad I came."

"I'm glad you came too. In fact, you can come whenever you like." This time, my eyes don't leave hers. Fuck tiptoeing around the truth. I want Jenna and I want to see where this might lead.

Jenna sets down the water and walks toward me. Good, I have her attention. "Thanks, Chris. Luke respects you so much, and I've always thought of you as family."

I run my hand over my jaw. Right. Family.

Jenna is Luke's ex-stepdaughter. And Luke is my best fucking friend.

Jenna's eyes are bright, the noon sun hitting her hair, shining a golden halo around her head. She looks so innocence in her cowboy boots, long tan legs, short ass shorts--like she has no idea how hard my cock gets by looking at her in this ensemble.

She's not trying to get my attention, but damn, she has it.

Jenna takes a handkerchief from her back pocket and wipes her neck letting her hand fall between her breasts. She sighs and I reach for the cooler in my truck and grab a bottle of water for her.

"You could use a cool drink." I hand her the water and she immediately uncaps it and starts drinking. Water spills as she guzzles it.

It is really fucking hot out here. My eyes are on the way the water falls down her slender neck, imagining licking those droplets off of her sweet, sweaty, skin.

Jenna laughs. "Guess I was thirsty."

"I think you're parched."

She bites her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to the floor. Almost too quiet to hear, she says, "That's not even half of it."

Before I could ask what that means another truck rumbles up to the barn.

"Hey asshole," Luke calls to me through his open window. "I'm headed out, okay? I'll be down in the city for the night. After signing the papers at the bank I'll just check into some hotel. Don't want to push it. It's already after lunch and by the time I get down to the bank it will be closing time."

I nod remembering the plan. Luke is gonna go sign the papers with our investment banker so we can purchase the farm next to ours.

"Be safe, Luke." Jenna's eyes lighten as she looks over at the man she used to live with. As she speaks I can't help but look at her breasts again, I swear the moment Luke's truck pulled up her nipples got tight and hard. I can see them through her cotton shirt.

I like to think she's getting turned on by being around me, but damn, I'm not going to push the limits with this sweet little thing. Maybe she's getting turned on by Luke.

"I will be, and Jenna you be safe too. Don't let Chris talk you into making trouble."

Luke drives off, and I nod toward the dust trailing from his truck. "Everything cool between you and Luke?" I ask, not sure how to broach the subject... Was that a longing in her eyes or just fatherly consideration?

"Everything is cool between Luke and me." Jenna walks away from me, reaching for the water bucket. "And everything is cool between us too, right?"

I clear my throat, knowing that nothing is cool between her and me. The only thing I feel between the two of us is my cock. The fucking raging hard on.

"Everything's fine, Jenna," I tell her, before turning away, getting back in my truck to adjust myself. Jenna has me all worked up.

And knowing it's just gonna be her and me in the farmhouse tonight, damn, I'm just gonna get hotter.