Page 10 of Sheriff's City Girl

“He’s got a wealthy inheritance,” Mason said in a flat voice. “We’ve been friends for years. I actually built my house on the other side of the ranch.” He pointed across the wide-open field—though I couldn’t see any signs of a house. “You can’t see it from here, but yeah.”

“That’s a really good friend.” My boots crunched across the dried mud as we made our way to a barn twice the size of the one we had just left.

“Don’t give him too much credit,” Mason chuckled. “I work my ass off for the ranch when I’m not working. Well, maybe not all the time, but I spend a lot of time here.”

I nodded, taken back as Mason slid the door open, light streaming out. Horses nickered in response, and I took in the massive barn. It had a large aisleway, stalls on each side. At the end of the aisleway, it appeared to lead to an indoor arena.

“It’s nice, huh?” Mason nudged me in the arm as he slid the door back shut. “Lucas won’t care that we’re down here, but I don’t think he wants everyone to take it as an invitation.”

“This is so nice,” I remarked as I made my way down the aisle, taking a look at all the horses. “Oh, this must be yours?” I noted the sign above saying Jett.

“That’s him,” Mason leaned against the opening as a solid black horse greeted him. “He’s a good horse.”

“He’s beautiful,” I murmured, stroking his neck.

“Yeah, he is,” Mason agreed, before chucking his empty beer into a trash can across the way. “You want another? There’s a fridge in the lounge.”

I downed the rest of mine. “I wouldn’t say no.” Following him to the office, I tossed my bottle into the same trash can. He punched a code on a door that I hadn’t realized was nestled in between the stalls. My heart skipped a beat as I brushed against him, stepping through the doorway.

One whiff of his cologne, and my body was already mentally picturing what could happen here… Especially as I took in the massive leather couch and table. It was luxurious, decorated with tons of trophies, pictures, and ribbons.

“He’s got a great program here,” Mason mentioned, handing me another open beer. I took a sip, still inhaling Mason’s cologne as it filled the room.

What is wrong with me?

My mouth went dry as I took in the drop-dead gorgeous man only a few feet away from me. “So, do you ever show horses?” My voice came out a little less even, and I hoped that Mason didn’t notice my nerves.

“That one’s me,” he pointed to one of the pictures on the wall. I took a step forward to see a little better, but the toe on my cowboy boot caught the rug…

And I lost my balance.

This is so embarrassing.

However, as I braced to drop my beer and land on my face, a strong arm threaded around my waist, pulling me back to my feet—and right into his chest. My breath hitched as his hit my face. I tilted my head up, meeting those piercing blue eyes, suddenly unable to remember what the hell I was doing…

“Caught ya,” he said, his tone husky as he continued to hold my gaze.

“Thanks,” I squeaked, mentally making a note that I needed to step away from the handsome sheriff…

But my body never moved.

And in my defense, he didn’t either.

Before I could register what I was doing, I was on my tiptoes, my lips headed right for his…

And he met me halfway, his hot lips colliding with mine.

You’re being reckless…

I ignored the voice in my head as my lips parted for him, and I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. A moan escaped my lips as his hands dropped lower, brushing the curvature of my hips. My hands dug into the fabric of his light blue paisley button down, a cowboy cut that I found strikingly sexy.

Our kiss grew heavier as he held me closer to him, his large erection pressing into my stomach. My pussy moistened at the sensation, not having felt something like that in so long. My fingers trembled with eagerness as I began to snap his pearl snap loose, button by button. As he shrugged out of the shirt, he lifted my white tank top over my head, revealing my lacy bra beneath.

His pupils dilated at the sight of my breasts nearly spilling over the top. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I nearly whispered before glancing over to the shut door. “Is that…”

“It locks automatically,” he panted before drawing my lips back to his. Our kiss grew hot and messy as his palms found my tits, slipping between the padding and my bare skin. He groaned into my mouth as he squeezed them.

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