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CHAPTER ONE
– CASSIA –
I swing my leg off my bike and pull my helmet from my head to hang it on the handlebar.
“Mind moving your bike, ma’am?” The dark and sexy voice rumbling through the air–as if he rules over every inch of space on this planet–belongs to the sheriff.
I know damn well I’m not allowed to park here but I thought I’d dash in and out of the bakery to grab some stuff and be gone within a few minutes tops. Of course, Calvin has to be here, squashing all the fun at every turn with the stone look he’s always wearing.
He might be one hot piece of man-meat I would love to ride with the wind in my hair to see where life takes me–orgasmland for sure–but his attitude is as cold as the expression on his face. Though, I know once he gets naked, he’ll be a dominating beast, showing you every corner of the bedroom.
I know for sure because when I made a rude comment once he wrapped his massive hand around my throat to tower over me, mouth right next to my ear, threatening to hog-tie me to the bed so he could put me in my place and he would start with a nice spanking.
Yep, just that one sentence made my belly flop and my pussy clench to volunteer to run her lips instead of using my mouth the next time. My cheeks flash with heat at the reminder of his hand around my throat and those whispered words.
It was the only sexually suggestive sentence he threw at me before he completely went to stone again. Since then he either completely ignores me or snaps asshole remarks to push me away. Probably because his four-year-old son likes to spend time with me ever since I put him on the back of my horse.
Whatever. His loss. Though, it hurts my heart that his son and I can’t spend time together because he loves horses the same way I love teaching him to ride.
“Well?” the aggravating man in question snaps.
I slowly turn around and grab my long braid to throw it over my shoulder as if I don’t have a care in the world and this man doesn’t affect me at all.
“Well, what?” I snap, throwing a little attitude his way like I always do.
He narrows his eyes; he knows damn well I heard him.
It’s for this reason he punctuates each and every word on a low rumble as he leans in, almost bringing us nose to nose and allowing me to feel his breath fanning over my lips. “Move. The. Damn. Bike.”
I purse my lips and cheerfully quip, “Nah, I don’t think so.” Stepping away I add with a smile in my voice, “Write the ticket and do some work for a change, Sheriff. It’s why they pay you the big bucks, right?”
Yes, I’m an idiot because I can’t help but aggravate the man. He just pulls at something inside me, needing to see his stony expression crack; either with a twitch of a smile or a hint of anger. Anger most times, like now.
“Cassia,” he growls.
I can feel the rumble flowing through my whole body, tainting my veins with sensual awareness I can feel in my bones and down to my very soul.
“Get back here,” he adds.
Dammit. See what he does to me? Now I’m curious if he will use his cuffs on me if I push him some more.
“Lighten up, sunshine,” I throw over my shoulder and keep walking because I can see his reflection in the shop window when I add, “There’s no need to get your dick in a knot while I leave my bike here for a few breaths so I can hop into the bakery. Hell, if you’re nice I’ll treat you to a slice of my pie later, you know…since this is my day and all.”
In my head my pie equals my pussy, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“That’s fucking it,” Calvin growls and I can barely see a flash of his body in the window before I feel his chest collide with my back. He grabs my arms and creates space between us to put my hands behind my back one at a time. Cold steel wraps around my wrists before I can so much as utter a curse or two.
“You just have to keep pushing me, don’t you?” he rumbles against my ear.
“Why on earth would you think I keep pushing you when I was being nice? I offered you a piece of pie for fuck’s sake,” I snap.
“No pie for you.” He spins me around and grabs my cuffed wrists to guide me toward the sheriff’s station.
“Yeah, well, no pie for you either,” I remark.
He holds the door open so I can step inside. Yes, the station is right next to the bakery. You might say I probably asked for it when I deliberately parked my bike where I shouldn’t have. On the other hand, I did get my curiosity soothed; he did in fact put his cuffs on me if I pushed him some more. And why the hell do I think they feel nice when his strong, muscled body is close behind me?
Pushing me past a few deputies, he heads straight for his office and ushers me inside. I can feel him messing with said cuffs and he moves around me to switch my arms from my back to my front.
