Page 66 of Her Maine Reaction

Heaven. Pure heaven.

I grab the box of Frosted Flakes, and I take it, and the thermos, with me to the couch. Popping the box open, I fist a handful of cereal and funnel it into my mouth with zero shame since no one’s here to see me. I love this cereal without milk. I think it’s better that way, actually.

Tucking my feet under me, I grab the blanket on the back of the couch, and cover my legs. With the hot cocoa and cereal next to me, I reach for Jane Eyre and settle in for a long day of reading and relaxing. I’m quickly realizing I need to make sure I have more of this in my life. Pure relaxation.

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Shivering, I look up from reading, and see that the fire has all but died out. Shit, no wonder I’m fucking freezing.

Standing, I take the fire poker and jab at the logs, making the sparks light again as I add two more logs from the basket beside the fireplace.

Sitting back down, I notice my phone on the table. I forgot that I left it down here last night. Picking it up, I smile when I see a text from Ryan.

I’m sitting here at work and all I can think about is you. You naked under me. You naked with my mouth all over you. You naked, laid out in front of the fireplace as I sink into your warm, pliant body. I should be doing paperwork, but all I can think about is you.

I think he’s trying to kill me.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I throw my head back against the couch and stare up at the ceiling.

I have to leave eventually. I have to get back and find a job. I have to try and forget this ever happened. But if I couldn’t forget a night seven months ago when I was drunk, then I sure as fuck know I’ll never forget these days with him.

I’m screwed.

And yet, at this moment, I’d happily take the lonely months to come if it meant I got to have these days, and nights, with him.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I look back down at my phone, and contemplate how I should respond. Hmm…

Sheriff Taylor, are you wasting taxpayer’s money thinking about me instead of working? I can’t say I mind, though. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you to. I was relaxing on your couch, drinking my delicious hot chocolate and reading, but then I read your message…And now all I can think about is you, and you doing any and everything you want to me. It’s too bad we both have to wait until six to do anything about it. Oh wait, I’m here alone. So, I guess I can…

Smiling, I pull the blanket tighter around me and sink down into the cushions. I wasn’t bluffing when I said that last part.

But just when I’m about to maybe do something about the knot forming in my stomach, my phone vibrates.

Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself, Ashley. I want you thinking about nothing but my hands running up your legs, my mouth on you, and my cock filling you until I’m there to do it myself.

Oh my God.

I’ll know if you do.He adds.I want your body so wound up that it’s dripping for me when I walk through the door.

Groaning, I slide down so I’m laid out on the couch, and my hand starts to drift to the waistband of my leggings. But another text interrupts me.

I said no, Ashley.

What the fuck? How did he know?

Poking my head out from the blanket, I look around, thinking he can somehow see me.

Can you see me?

No. I just know. And if you touch yourself before I get home, I’m going to have to punish you.

We’ll see, sheriff.I smile to myself. Punish me? What would he do?

You’ve been warned, sweetheart. But I’ll enjoy it either way.

How so?

Imagine my hands on you now, skimming up your calves and thighs, spreading you wide. With one pass of my tongue, I have you whimpering beneath me, the breathy moans coming from your pouty lips making me harder than I’ve ever been. Sucking your clit into my mouth, you arch your back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream for more. You always want more.

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