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I’ve tried my best to forget it ever happened. When I’m not working and running around, the quiet moments are what get me to go back there. I can still feel her skin underneath my fingertips. How my cock strained heavily against her soft ass. The way she submitted and just took the unnecessary-as-hell movement from me.

I expected her to tell me never to do it again, but it was I who shot down any prospect of talking more about it.

I don’t know where to land with it all.

I don’t want to disrespect her family and suddenly come out dating her, but isn’t that how most relationships start? You don’t ask the damn town for permission.

However, I don’t want to deal with the fallout if shit doesn’t go as planned.

But, on the flip side, I don’t see myself not working out with Adeline because I’ve thought of multiple ways to make her comply, and she’s not a difficult woman.

Just a bit of a mouthy one.

“That would be—” she starts, but then gets beside herself and says, “thanks, Dodger.”

“Sheriff Abbott.”

“Sheriff?” she repeats, then plucks my badge hanging around my neck. “Where’s the uniform at?”

I’m not in my button-up and slacks today, but jeans and an army green tee. It’s been hot as hell for the last week or two, and I’ve finally given up with sweating my ass off in polyester and wool with no airflow. So, I’ve been opting to go more casual lately so I don’t die of heat stroke.

Plus, it’s not like anyone really cares.

“At home.”

“Get it dirty?”

I wish.

“Been hot, Adeline,” I drawl while she plays with my badge. And the act may look innocent, but it’s not. She’s pushing me to play word games with her, and it takes everything in me not to participate. “Just keepin’ cool.”

“What ’bout the rest of us?”

One of my brows raise. “What do ya mean the rest of y’all? Go run under a sprinkler.”

Please don’t run under a sprinkler. And, if you do, make sure it’s a man’s so I don’t get another call.

Actually, don’t because I don’t want to arrest him for imaginary charges.

Adeline smiles, big, wide, and beautiful as all hell. “Know of any?”

She would, too.

Just to get a reaction or a warning from me.

“Not off the top of my head, but I doubt folks are waterin’ their lawns when we’re gonna get plenty of rain in a few days.”

Adeline pushes her pretty pink lips out, as if in thought, and if she mentions the damn fountain in town square, I’m going to have to shoot that down.

Even though I’d love to see her wet.

In several different scenarios.

“That’s true,” she says, still fiddling with my damn badge, and the proximity of her is testing all my damn patience not to drag her somewhere private so I can tell her to stop fucking with me. “But what are we gonna do about you, Sheriff?”

The way she’s looking up at me, like she’s ready for me to take her against a hard surface, has my cock twitching desperately in my jeans for some relief.

For her to wrap her pretty mouth around my dick and suck hard because I need to come, and I want to do it right the hell now.