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Chapter Fifteen

GEORGIA

He plans to make me reveal all of my secrets. How did he even know where I’d gone and what I did? These FBI agents are too crafty. No one ever taught me these investigative skills during my training as a sheriff. Not that there was any actual training. The last sheriff just told me not to shoot anyone, which I haven't. Yet. If Neil doesn't make me cum, though, I might end that streak.

Maybe these tactics are in one of the many handbooks at the station, but I’m so not reading them. They're thick and heavy, but not in a good way like Neil. If the handbooks were available in audio format, then I might consider listening to them. They’d have to give it to me because I’m not wasting my valuable audio credits.

“Georgia,” Neil warns, making my focus come back on him.

I attempt to wiggle my body, seeking friction, but it proves to be useless. “This is kidnapping.”

“Okay.” Neil's face gives nothing away.

“Okay? You're just okay with kidnapping me?”

“Yes,” he responds without any hesitation.

“And then doing naughty things to me?” My words come out all sultry, but I hadn't meant for them to. I'm honestly not sure where it came from.

“Most definitely.” Neil pulls out a little before thrusting back in, making me gasp. I swear his cock is getting bigger.

“What's happening?” I whimper. I'm so close, but it feels like my orgasm is so far away. I have no clue how he gets my body to go off so quickly. He must understand it better than I do because he's making sure that with each thrust it's not hitting where I need it.

“I'm doing naughty things to you.” He leans down, his mouth coming to my ear. “Whether you like it or not.” My pussy clenches around his cock in response. “Feels like my girl loves the idea.”

“My vagina is a traitor,” I say because I can’t deny it.

“No, she just belongs to me now.” He nips my neck, and it sends a hot wave of pleasure down my body.

“Make me cum and I'll tell you everything.” At this point I’m not above begging. I’ll just say whatever I need to and get out of it later.

“Why should I believe you? You enjoy your lies.”

“I don't enjoy them!” Where did he get that idea? I say what I need to. Okay, maybe I say what I want to, but he doesn’t have to call me out. “And they're fibs.”

“Babe,” he says, and dammit, why is it so hot when he calls me that?

Yesterday, I thought it was all an act, but there’s no one else here but me. He’s saying it because he wants to, and not for show.

“I only lie because people ask me questions. That's not my fault.”

Neil chuckles, dropping his forehead to mine. “All right.” He lifts his head. “Stop being cute and answer my question. I can draw this out all day.”

“I'll never stop being cute. It's natural, and I can't help it. Obviously.”

“All right.” Neil starts to pull out, but I quickly wrap my legs around him, trying to stop his retreat. I don't think I actually could, but he gives me the illusion of being in control by not overpowering me.

“No!” I gasp. “You’re not going anywhere.” I try to tighten my legs as much as possible, but he’s so freaking big and I’m so damn short. “I have stolen evidence,” I blurt out. “Well, not stolen. Scratch that, pretend you didn’t hear ‘stolen.’” I quickly correct myself when the words that escaped my mouth finally register in my brain. “It’s more of a borrowed situation.”

I assumed that when Neil heard the truth, he would want to run out of here and get as far away from a criminal as possible. But he doesn't do what I thought he would. Instead, he claims my mouth in a deep kiss and thrusts hard. Each stroke is more powerful than the last and done with intent.

His hand slides between us, his fingers going to my clit, and I go off with one quick touch. I’m screaming his name as the orgasm I’ve been desperate for finally floods my body. The pleasure of it all has full control, and I let myself melt into the bed. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear Neil groan my name. It’s followed by his warm release deep inside of me before he collapses partly on top of my body.

“You did so well.” He kisses my neck, praising me, and it makes my chest tighten. It’s not often I do well at things. Mostly, I tend to make them worse even when I’m trying not to.

“I did?” When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me with an expression close to pride.

“The best.”

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