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“He’s not my ex-boyfriend.” Damn, Jameson’s shoulders are broad. “He’s my ex-fiancé.”
“When?”
“Ten years and a lifetime ago.”
“Well, he’s staring now like he wants to beat the shit out of me.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll beat the shit out of him first.”
Really, Jameson can defend himself. So can I.
In the three years since Jameson joined the Sheriff’s office, we’ve had a love-hate-respect-annoy the fuck out of each other relationship. But I’ve got his back. Even though he wants to bend me over and take me hard that way too. That’s not a guess. He told me one night over too many beers.
Jameson keeps my back to Redix and his date, and I can feel it; Redix’s glare searing into Jameson’s hands pressed above my swaying ass.
I don’t like teasing Jameson. But I do like the jealousy he stirs in Redix. Because he can…
Jameson is one of the few men as tall as Redix. His frat-boy face has aged into handsome—making him so fuckable as long as he shuts up. And I’ve seen him on the beach with his girlfriend of the season. His body won’t stop with a brunette happy trail that travels over shredded abs… to a place I’ve wondered about.
But I’d become a nun before I fuck on the job.
As one of the few women in the office and the retired Sheriff’s daughter to boot? No sex is worth losing the respect I had to earn, even though I can feel Jameson’s dick against my hip.
It’s a giant distraction.
“I’m touched, Bryant.” He sways into me. “You’ll get my back, but you’ll be a bitch, busting into my crime scenes whenever the hell you want.”
“Those victims deserve me being a bitch for them.”
“Do you even have a life? Or do you sleep with your radio, waiting for a call?”
“What I sleep with is none of your business.” My eye catches Redix. He’s glaring at us. Good. “Besides, they’re not your investigations. They’re mine too.”
“Why can’t you be like most detectives?” Jameson’s question lifts my eyes to his green ones. Fuck, they sparkle. “Why can’t you just wait for the case to land on your desk a day later?”
I smile. God, Jameson is hot. “Because I have no patience.”
“It’s a virtue, you know.”
“I’m not a virtuous woman.”
His erection firms, and when it comes to sex, I have no shame. I’m an angel in many ways, but not when I need a fuck. But at work, I’m going for sainthood, the patron saint of Revenge Against Evil Men.
Does this saint exist?
Yep. I made her up. I burn candles for her every night. Penis candles.
But my body reacts. Redix’s body feet away, awakens it. It makes me brush against Jameson’s hard dick, wishing for what I really miss.
“Damn, Bryant,” Jameson sighs, his hands teasing the crest of my ass cheek, responding to my slight tease. “You and your banging body are gonna get me in trouble with HR.”
Usually, I’d knee a handsy guy. But this is my fault. On paper, Jameson and I are a perfect match. But he’s not him—the man whose soul is intertwined with mine.
No man can replace Redix Dean, though I wish one could.
I’ve built a life for myself in his void. It’s full of hard work, grueling training, and a lethal deal, and that deal doesn’t involve me using Jameson. I can’t hurt him like that.
I pull back, letting his hands remain on my body because I feel our audience—the man doing the same to his date.
