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She sits forward, and I slide my hands up her smooth back as she takes over massaging between her legs. Ragged little moans gasp from her throat as she rocks her hips faster, getting herself off as I watch her sweet little ass bouncing on my lap.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I groan as my orgasm winds unbearably tight in my stomach.

“Yes,” she hisses, “More.”

“Your hot cunt is so fucking wet.”

“Oh, God,” she whimpers. “More…”

I’m about to explode. Leaning forward, my chest is against her back, and I thrust up with my hips as I cup her breasts and speak in her ear. “Ride me, baby girl. Make me come.”

Her body starts to tremble, and I’m so far gone, I can’t hold back. Squeezing my eyes, my voice is a hoarse groan as I order, “Come with me.”

“Yes…” She hisses, her pussy tightening and breaking into spasms.

I’m right with her, wrapping my arms around her waist as we ride the waves, surrendering to the pleasure swirling around us like a hurricane. I lift my hips once more, resting my face against her back as she shudders, her clenching core drawing me deeper.

We breathe in time, slowly making our way down from that incredible high. The tightness in my chest is gone, and new thoughts filter through my mind, trying to take root.

What we have is different from what I had before. I can’t put this in the same category. It’s not something I can dismiss or ignore. My brother’s words echo,Who says she can’t fulfill her dreams right here in Eureka?

It’s dangerous thinking, and I need to be stronger. I need to slow down. I have no idea how she feels or if she’s even interested in something more serious. I’m older, and I have a son. She’s here to help with this case. She’s young and terrific at her work. She could go anywhere.

If I could just keep my hands off her. I trace my lips across the line of her hair, my arms still around her waist, holding her body next to mine. It feels so good.

I’m a junkie on the world’s strongest drug, and even though I know what I need to do, I can’t walk away.

CHAPTER18

BRITT

Sgt Durango’s head is shaped like a lemon.

Sitting in front of my computer, I pinch my nose to keep from laughing at Aiden’s text as I reply,Now I’m craving candy.

I’m craving you.

Heat flashes through my stomach, and I chew my lip as I glance around the office to see if anyone notices.You’re on duty, Sheriff

I know a utility closet no one visits…

A tickle is in my core, and I smile at Doug leaning against the wall beside Holly’s desk eating a donut. She’s going on about something her prized pig Myrtle did. Myrtle is as smart as a dog, Holly likes to remind us daily.

Gran is holding a pamphlet, her brow furrowed as she reads.

All week, the courthouse has been a frenzy of activity—and not the crime-solving type. I’ve never been on the organizational side of the Founder’s Day festival, but I have a lot more appreciation for all the details and minutiae that goes into it, not to mention the work keeping all the participants safe.

Aiden’s been in and out meeting with the president of the Lion’s Club and the adjutant for the American Legion. This morning, he had a meeting with the Beaufort County Sheriff’s Department. With our recent “crime wave,” he wanted to have backup deputies on call.

Apparently the sergeant has a lemon head.

I bite back another grin, returning my eyes to my computer screen where I’ve been reading an essay on reflected, transmitted, and absorbed light at a crime scene and how they impact photography.

Scooping up my phone, I tap quickly,I feel the need to break a law.

His reply is swift.Then I’d have to cuff and stuff you.

Heat flashes through my core, and the image of me in handcuffs beingstuffedfrom behind by Aiden tightens my nipples.

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