Her legs tremble again, and I can feel the heat radiating off her as she rests her cheek to the cool wall. I press my lips against her shoulder, taking in the sight of her. She's beautiful, desperate, and entirely mine.
Ifinally let my fingers drift to where she's wet and waiting, stroking her lightly. She moans around the gag, her body melting in response, and I can't stop the growl that escapes me.
“Quiet,” I remind her, using my on-duty voice. “Unless you want someone walking in and seeing you like this.”
She glances back at me over her shoulder, her eyes widening slightly. The spark of excitement in them tells me she's not entirely opposed to the idea.
I unfasten my pants, my cock rock hard and ready for her. “Damn it, Ellie,” I mutter, half-laughing as I give myself a firm stroke before sliding into her completely, filling her to the hilt. Her muffled cries threaten to break my resolve, and I have to steel myself to keep the pace slow and controlled. “You're pussy has ruined me.”
Her body responds to every thrust, and the sound of her soft moans—despite the gag—drives me closer to the edge. I pull her hips back against me, my grip straining as I move deeper, harder, savoring the way she shudders.
When I finally let her come undone, her cries are an intoxicating muffle. I watch as her body goes taut, shakingwith release, and I follow soon after, my breath ragged as I press my forehead to her shoulder.
For a moment, we're both still, the only sound our heavy breathing. I reach for the cuffs, unlocking them with a quick click, and she slumps against me, her legs barely holding her up.
I pull the gag from her mouth, and she gasps, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she turns to look at me.
“That was fucking hot. We’re definitely doing that again.”
I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “One-time deal, Ellie girl.”
She pouts, but there’s nothing behind it. I think we bothknow having sex in my office was a little too reckless, even for us.
“Come on.” I straighten her dress and tuck her panties back into my pocket with a smirk. “We should get back before anyone notices we're missing.”
She nods, still catching her breath, and I help her steady herself before unlocking the door.
Stepping into the hallway, the noise of the party greets us. I glance at her, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips, and hand in hand, we head back to the celebration, leaving our little secret behind.
I’ve been keeping a secret.
Ellie’s head rests on my chest, her body nestled against mine, our legs a comfortable tangle beneath the sheets. She’s breathing steady and slow, already drifting to sleep. Meanwhile, my heart is doing the opposite—racing with excitement.
While we were celebrating me becoming the new sheriff, Ariana texted me to let me know the finishing touches were complete.
I’d hired Ethan’s contractor to finish the bulk of the renovations on Sullivan Ridge House—most of which are still in progress—but there was one room I kept off-limits. One space I didn’t trust to anyone but me. I may not be as skilled as my dad was, but I wasn’t about to let anyone else build my girl her dream library.
Keeping it from her was a gamble, and I’m lucky it worked out. I blamed it on asbestos, told her the contractor had to keep the doors sealed for safety. A total lie, considering I’dalready had the house treated months ago. But Ellie bought it. Between her work days and my late shifts, I carved out hours where I could—building shelves, sanding, staining—doing as much as possible with very little time.
Once the room was done, I called in Ariana. I figured with her book-themed coffee shop, she was the perfect person to help me furnish and decorate the space.
I took a peek at it when we got home, and even though I told myself I would wait until tomorrow morning to surprise her with it, I’m not sure I can wait that long.
Ellie stirs slightly, in that hazy in-between state where she’s awake, but only barely. She’s tired—completely wrung out from my inability to keep my hands off her.
“Mmm,” she hums, stroking her hand up and down my bare chest, nuzzling my neck. “You’re so warm.”
Probably because I’m close to sweating, worried she won’t like it.
My mouth opens and closes a few times, debating whether I should force her out of bed, when it can definitely wait until tomorrow.
It’s not like it’s an emergency.
“I have something to tell you…”
She goes rigid in my arms and I immediately wish I had worded that differently.
“Shit, sorry. That came out wrong.”
