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“How’d you get so perfect?” he asks, then leans down and sucks my budding nipple into his mouth.
I grind down hard, relishing the sweet fullness of his cock inside me, stretching me better than any man ever has.
His mouth attacks my neck, my jaw, my ear, his tongue curling around the arc of my lobe. I bring my hand down, rubbing my clit as I gyrate, riding him like the dirty girl I want to be for him.
“Fuck, Lexi—you’re too freaking good. I can’t hold out much longer.”
“Don’t you dare come…”I gasp.
“Dammit, girl—”His arms circle me, hoisting me up and down his thick shaft as he grunts his pleasure, his molars grinding as he approaches release.
I quicken my strokes, matching his rhythm, losing myself completely as tendrils of pleasure climb my body.
“You close?” Luke pants.
“Right there…”
A thin sheen of sweat drips down his brow as his muscles work, slamming me against him.
“I’m…I’m—oh, God—I’m coming!”
A tsunami of pleasure overwhelms my senses, causing my body to fist against his. He groans, his massive cock swelling with his own release, filling me with hot spurts.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he rushes out, his forehead falling against mine.
We sit for a moment, my cheek against his chest, listening to the thudding of his heart as his hands clutch me. It’s almost as though he fears I’ll be taken away.
Crap, that’s exactly what he thinks is going to happen.
But I have a plan, and if it all works out, we’ll both get our happily ever afters.
As much as I’d love to spend the day in a continually spiraling wave of passion, Luke is an important man around Pond Spring, and I don’t want to be the death of his honor.
I lean back and give him a sultry grin. “Time to get a move on, sheriff.”
“Police Chief, thank you very much.”
“Is there a difference?”
“If you’re going to be acting in a crime drama…you know what—never mind. You’re fine.”
LEXI
We roll into the station ten minutes late, which apparently is a big no-no for Luke. Both Barb and Josh are waiting for us with their arms crossed over their chests.
Barb’s not even trying to hide her smirk.
“Y’all act like you’ve never had a damn moose standing in the road,” Luke grumbles.
I give Barb a wink and say, “It was abiiiigmoose.”
She doubles over in laughter as Josh gapes by her side.
Luke huffs out an exhausted breath. “You are asking for trouble.”
Because Luke is a stringent professional, we spend the day devoid of hanky panky. I can’t complain too much, though, as I got to meet several people from around Pond Spring, where I eventually hope to reside.
As Luke helps a woman that locked herself out of her car, my phone rings, and I look down to see an unknown number.
