Page 22 of Sheriff's City Girl

She needed to know that I wouldn’t destroy her reputation.

The temptation to think about her washed over me as the warm water poured over my shoulders.

“Oh, oh, ooh.” Her voice reverberated around in my head, my chest heaving in response. Giving into the temptation, I stroked myself, picturing Emma naked in my bed, straddling my hips. Her pussy was tight and so fucking wet when I had fucked her… I could only imagine what it would feel like to be in her as deep as I could.

“You’re so fucking good,” I growled, her ass bouncing as her fingernails dug into my chest, those green eyes burning a hole into mine.

She gave me a wicked smile, biting her bottom lip just before tipping her head back. Long dark hair fell down her back, and her little pants turned to moans as she moved faster. My hands palmed those full, ample breasts, bouncing with her movements.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” she whined between moans, her own body growing closer and closer to the edge.

A growl escaped my lips as I exploded inside of her, my hands bearing down on her hips.

I gasped for a breath, the water like knives in my back. I spun, realizing I had left it turned all the way on hot. Quickly, I switched it to warm, blinking a few times in surprise at the fact that I just jacked off to the baker.

I have to apologize to her.

Well, not for that, though. She didn’t need to know that she had taken over my mind, too.

Chapter Ten

Emma

Three freaking weeks.

And it felt like a lifetime since I had hooked up with Mason. He hadn’t come into the café, either. Jackson was still a regular, but he was still missing more days than he was coming in. The town was full of rumors and conspiracies regarding the missing cattle from the Lowe Ranch, which had now made the newspaper and the local news. I was sure it had Mason very busy…

Which was why my mouth dropped open when he stepped into my café five minutes before I was planning to close for the night.

“Hey, Emma,” he greeted, clearing his throat as he removed his hat from his head. “I’ve been meaning to stop by.”

“Well…” my voice trailed off as I tried to gather my thoughts. “I’m actually closing in a couple of minutes… But you can look in the case at what’s left. I’m out of mostly everything. I let Sarah take it home with her.”

A soft smile stretched across his face. “I’m, um, not here for the food. It’s really good—don’t get me wrong—but I’m actually… I’m here to see you.”

My mouth grew dry at his words. “Oh?” My hands began to sweat, and I casually wiped them on my burgundy dress, dotted with flowers. For all he knew, I just had some leftover flour or something on them…

“Is it a good time or…?” He took a step toward me, glancing around the empty shop. “I won’t take up much of your time.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” I brushed it off like my heart wasn’t hammering away in my chest. “If you wouldn’t mind though, could you lock the door and turn off the open sign? I just don’t want anyone coming in.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, spinning on his boot and doing as I asked. I watched his strong back muscles as he reached over to the open sign, pulling the chain.

Ugh. Why is he so hot?

I forced myself to reach for the broom, ripping my eyes from him. I had already swept the place twice in the last thirty minutes, but I was feeling the need to do something with my hands—that didn’t involve the sheriff.

“So… What can I help you with?” I asked, sweeping imaginary dirt and crumbs from behind the counter.

“Honestly,” his voice was suddenly much closer. “I was coming to apologize.”

That got my attention.

I looked up from the floor, my brow furrowing. “What for?”

“Well, what happened a few weeks ago…” His eyes locked with mine, and my thighs clenched at the sparks firing off in my core. “I think you should know that I don’t do that kind of stuff—and I’m real sorry if it’s something that you regret. I’m sorry I was an asshole to you at the ranch, too. I’ve been real busy with that investigation.” His words caught me off guard, and the vulnerability in his voice was touching.

I nodded, grasping at straws when it came to a reply. “I, um… Thank you,” I finally said, wishing I could facepalm myself right then and there. I was always the confident, outgoing person—and now I couldn’t even get a coherent word out.

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