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“Jesus, Abey! If you need me to say it, I’m gettin’ railed by your brother’s best friend. Rye’s fuckin’ me within an inch of my life right now, and if you ruin it, I will never speak to you again. Go ahead and tattle to the gossip girls. I don’t even care anymore. Goodbye, Sheriff.”

I pistoned my hips, punching inside her again, the knowledge that everyone knew what we were doing urging me on. Aubrey groaned and threw the phone across the room. It hit the back door, then thunked onto the floor.

She muttered, “Shit,” but then she gripped the edges of the desk and pressed her ass up higher for me, which just made me fuck her harder.

Her backtalking scary Sheriff Abey turned me on even more than I had been before the phone call. My vision went in and out the louder she moaned when I slid out and back home again, rocking into her pussy like the answer to world peace was tucked high and tight inside her and I was about to hit it, break it free, and cure everything.

Her moans got lower and breathier the harder I pressed her chest to the desk, which worked in my favor ’cause I could see hints of her breasts spreading out beneath her and holding her still was making me insane with lust.

“Goddamn, Spitfire. You’re makin’ every dream I’ve ever had about you come true right now.”

“Rye! I can’t stop it. How are you doin’ this to me?” Her fingers were white now from blood loss as she clung to the desk for dear life. “Watch me take you. I want you to watch your cock break me open, and I want you to come inside me.Now.” She moaned and begged again, “Please!”

Fuck my life. Was this woman even real?

I did what she begged, bent my knees a little so I could hit the spot deep inside her I knew would make her lose her mind, and I watched how I glided so smoothly in and out of her pink, swollen pussy and how her cum dripped down her thighs, coating my cock and pubic hair, making everything slick and shine.

Her back muscles flexed hard when she gripped the edges of the desk even tighter, enough to make the old wood creak, and her body spasmed around mine and sucked my dick in, over and over and?—

I’d never been one to make a lot of noise when I came, but the sheriff was sure to come breaking down our door tonight ’cause the roar that let loose from the deepest hollow inside me whenI shot my load inside the sexiest woman I’d ever known was bound to knock down walls and mountains alike.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

AUBREY

Without a winkof sleep and possibly too many orgasms between us, Ryder left my house at three on Sunday morning, loaded with a Thermos full of coffee and half a box of strawberry breakfast bars, so he could get home in time to start work. I worried he’d fall asleep at the wheel, so I stayed on the phone with him the whole hour.

“Are you sure you should be drivin’ right now?” I asked for the fifth time.

“I’m fine, Mom. Quit bitchin’.”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed loudly into my phone. “Do you speak to youractualmother with that mouth.”

He laughed. “Ifucksomebody’s mother with this mouth.”

“Ugh, Rye, don’t even say that.”

“You started it.” He chuckled and yawned. “Seriously though, I’m okay. I get up this early most days. Maybe a little bit later, but I’m usually up and movin’ by four. What about you? Tell me about your workday.”

“Mm, I usually wake up around six. Take a shower while the coffee’s brewin’. Oh. And I have to feed the birds. I get a lot of Stellar’s jays in my backyard, you know the blue jays that look like opposites of themselves? The blue and black ones.”

“Yeah, the little nuisances.”

“They are not.” I sipped coffee from my favorite “Book Bitch” mug. “They’re beautiful, and they’re really smart. They come back year after year, and if you sit quietly and watch, you can see their different personalities. I like to feed them whole peanuts. I’ve even had one take a peanut from my hand.”

“Wow. I made love to Snow White last night. My fair maiden.”

I snorted.Yeah right.

“You don’t see yourself very clearly, fair maiden.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, kind of offended.

I’d always thought I had a good grasp on who I was. I was honest with myself. I knew when to pat myself on the back and when not to. I knew if I’d made a mistake, and I knew how to not end up in the same situation again.

“What do you see when you look in a mirror? Tell me true. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not a liar.”

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