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My Sheriff

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“Of course, I know. You think I haven’t been counting down the seconds since I met you?”

“And why would you be doing that?” I ask tossing the rolling pin back on the counter. “How long have you been standing in the corner?”

“I think you know why, Mere,” he says. “I’ve been here just as long as you have. I’m everywhere you are,” he says stepping closer to me. I take a small, barely noticeable step back.

“Are you stalking me?” Please say yes. Please say yes. God, what is wrong with me?

“You say stalking, I say protecting,” he says shrugging.

“Protecting me from what?” I ask.

“Anyone who isn’t me,” he says, grinning.

“No one is out to get me,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Not true. Do you know how many men I’ve kept at bay while I was waiting for you to grow up?” he asks. I shake my head no. “Too many.”

“You’re crazy,” I say, trying not to giggle, but I fail. My giggle fit is short lived.

“Crazy for you,” he says, and I roll my eyes. “You roll your eyes a lot, Mere.”

“Only when I’m around you,” I say honestly.

He reaches out and grabs my hips and pulls me into his hard chest and is that his billy club? Surely not, he’s in plain clothes. I gasp when I realize that’s his cock and it’s huge and it’s hard just for me.

“I look forward to hearing that sound coming out of your mouth for the rest of my life,” he says thickly.

“What makes you think I’ll be around for the rest of your life?” I ask sassily. I’m not even sure where that comes from. I think everyone in town knows I’m not going anywhere.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Meredith Diane Stone. You know you belong to me,” he growls. “Everybody fucking knows.” Why is his growling so fucking hot? All I can do is stare at him, unblinkingly, of course. “Answer me, woman,” he demands. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The answer has been right there all along. I only dreamed it was possible, but this isn’t a dream.

“I belong to you,” I breathe, opening my eyes. The look in his eyes should frighten me, but instead, it makes my pussy wet.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“I fucking belong to you,” I say, louder this time. The husky tone of my voice shocks me.

“Damn right,” he says before his lips crash down on mine. My arms go around his neck. He lifts me with surprising ease until my legs are wrapped around his waist, his cock digging into my clit perfectly. My flip-flops hit the floor with a reverberating slap. I don’t even have a chance to be worried that I am too heavy for him to be lifting life this. Best first kiss ever. I slide back down his body until my feet are floor again.

I have to ask myself, do I want what comes next?

Fuck, yes.

Chapter Two

Two

Dallas O’Grady

The first taste of her is just as sweet as I thought she’d be. All vanilla and spice. Finally. The girl who has haunted my dreams for eighteen months, three days, five hours and fourteen minutes is in my arms. She’s beautiful, soft, and all fucking mine. Her taste in music leaves a lot to be desired though. I can’t believe I made through this time without committing a crime, to be honest. She is temptation personified. I deserve a medal for making it to her birthday. I shake my head at the mere thought of that. A sheriff doesn’t deserve a medal for not breaking the law, but fuck if I didn’t want to.

This kiss is epic. Her little moan makes me harder than I have ever been. I’ve been watching her for far too long without acting, but no fucking more. I keep kissing her pouty pink lips, taking my fill. I’ve earned this.

As a thirty-year-old man who enforces the law, I should’ve been able to resist the charms of the sweet, shy, sixteen, almost seventeen-year-old girl I met my first day in town, but she is my weakness. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was snowing. I had just come into the bakery for coffee to warm my bones, and there she was behind the counter. My heart stopped in my chest. When it started beating again, it was only for her.

At first, I didn’t realize she was so young. Looking back, I should have. She looked young, but I refused to believe she was jailbait until she stepped out from behind the counter in her school uniform that consisted of a short plaid skirt, a crisp white button up, black knee highs, and black clunky shoes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back away from her face. Her curvy body was accentuated with the perkiest boobs I’ve ever seen. I found myself fantasizing about what her nipples looked like. I snapped myself out of it when she left for school.



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