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“Does that mean you’re takin’ yours off, too?”

I hold his gaze, forcing myself to feel confident and like this is something I’ve done before when I say in a low, and hopefully seductive, voice, “You tell me, Sheriff.”

Something flickers in those hazel eyes when he completely stops in me, and it’s torture. I see his pupils dilate. His palm, which was just cupping the side of my cheek, descends and runs down my throat, to my chest, and between my breasts.

He fingers the hem of his shirt and slowly lifts it, taking me in inch by slow inch as I hold my breath, hoping he likes what he sees.

It’s lifted over my head and around my arms to cross behind my back when he soaks me in.

And I still have nothing to look at.

“Dodger—”

“What?”

There he is.

“Shirt,” I remind him, earning a small smirk from his lips.

“Patience, AK…”

“No, you patience,” I retort evenly. “Ya have me fully at your mercy⁠—”

“I like that.”

Three words, zero remorse, and his voice dipped in this octave of entranced and proud at what he’s done.

“I’d like to like it, too.”

I lift my chin, and Dodger chuckles deep in his chest as he begins to unbutton his work uniform.

Button by button, he reveals some of his tan skin, which means I’ve missed somewhere along the line him shirtless…again.

Peeling off the material like he’s a stripper purposely teasing me for more tips—but it’s because he’s wet—Dodger’s hard chest finally comes into view, and I can’t help but lean forward and pepper kisses along his warm skin.

He only allows me a few seconds before he’s softly gripping my chin and starts to pump into me again.

“You can ride and touch me later, Adeline,” he says with genuine restlessness in his tone. “But, right now, you’re gonna come on my cock, and I’m going to hear and see everything you do to see if it lines up in my head.”

How do you compete with fantasies?

All I can do is be natural and fluid in how I would normally react, but with Dodger, I have a feeling he might get more than he bargained for.

Widening my thighs, Dodger picks up on the motion and starts slamming into me with gusto. My lips part, sucking in long, needed breaths to keep from passing out before each thrust knocks all the air out of my lungs.

He cups both my breasts and runs his thumb over each nipple, careful not to overplay it, but does it every so often just to inch me close to orgasm.

Being open like this, at his mercy, and being semi-used for his pleasure just amplifies everything inside me.

I love being his hold. I could quickly get used to this and amplify it up with ideas just to get him here.

To push him to see how far I can go.

“Such a good girl when you’re all bound up, Adeline,” he praises through clenched teeth. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

“I still would’ve called.”

His jaw ticks, but I know it’s not because he’s mad at me, but because he’s turned on. That I would have allowed this because I’m pretty sure I feel how he does.