Page 43 of Sheriff's City Girl

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured into the nape of my neck as his fingertips brushed my still-flat stomach, traveling upward to my white strapless bra. He ran his hands over the silky material covering the padding, giving them a squeeze before slipping behind and unhooking it. My breasts dropped free, and his eyes raked over them, his hands palming the soft flesh.

He took my mouth again, this time even more hungry than before—something I hadn’t even thought possible. My own hands went for the button of my jeans, undoing it and shimmying out of them and my underwear. I kicked them off to the side as his lips broke from mine. I had never been so desperate to be naked. His kiss trailed down my jaw, neck, and collarbones as his hands gave my bare ass a squeeze.

I ground into his erection, loving the groan that left his lips as I did so. I tugged at the damp material, loosening the knot he had made to hold it in place. He stepped back for a split second to let it fall between us, and I took the moment to break away, dropping to my knees. I’d never been the type to do such a thing, but the soft, smooth skin of his freshly washed cock was more enticing than ever before.

“You’re so thick,” I murmured as I wrapped my hand around the girth of his dick, stroking him back and forth.

“Oh, fuck,” he let out a growl, his eyes shutting for a moment before fluttering back open to take in the view. I licked my lips as I leaned forward, taking in the tip of him. Gently, I wrapped my tongue around it, feeling the way his body tensed against me. His fingers went for my hair, sliding through the soft chocolate locks.

Working my mouth down his shaft, I moved steadily, enjoying the taste of his skin and the bourbon scent of the soap he must’ve used. He let out sharp breaths and groans as I moved faster, my hands working with my mouth as I drew him and released him. He let me move freely, not offering any guidance as his hips remained still and his arms supple.

“I wanna fuck you,” he growled between breaths before finally tightening his arms and stopping me. My pussy clenched at his words, and I released his cock, standing to my feet.

I squealed as he swept me off the floor, carrying me to the bed. He tossed me down, working my legs apart and climbing in between them. Mason lowered his head, running his tongue between my slit. I caught my breath as I shivered, his kisses heading for my nub. He moved with a gentleness, but also an eagerness, sucking my clit into his mouth.

My hips ground against his face, moans escaping from my lips. “Oh, ooh…”

“You taste so good, baby,” he growled, lapping up the moisture slipping from between my legs. I was going to climax quickly, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders as my body tensed, focusing on reaching the end.

“Oh, Mason!” I cried out as my orgasm ravaged my body, the ecstasy causing my eyes to close. His tongue gyrated against me until I came down, pulling away once it became too much.

Mason smiled, leaning over my body and planting a hot, wet kiss on my lips, giving me a taste of myself…

And then he froze.

“Oh shit,” he grumbled, instantly pushing off of me.

It took me a second to process what the heck was happening, but then I heard it.

“Dad!” Jess called. “I’m home.”

My eyes widened as I looked over at Mason, who was quickly dressing, already having a pair of boxer briefs on and jumping one leg into a pair of jeans.

“Get dressed,” he instructed, an edge of panic to his voice. “Now.”

Chapter Nineteen

Mason

Shit, shit, shit.

My head was going a hundred miles an hour as I stormed out of my room, rushing to meet Jess before she could put two and two together. She was a smart girl, and it had been a long, long time since I had to worry about being caught with a woman. The thought of her walking in or even just hearing us was enough to make me stop.

Not to mention, talk about the ultimate turn off.

“What’s wrong with you, Dad?” Jess gave me a funny look as I stepped into the living room, halfway out of breath and halfway embarrassed as hell. “You look… weird. Are you sick or something?” She scrunched up her nose, and I wondered if she had missed the silver SUV parked outside.

Someone clearing their throat behind me caught my attention, and Jess’s eyes went wider, a flash of surprise crossing her face as she stared at Emma. For a second, I thought she might freak out—but then she smiled.

“Oh my god, you were about to get it on,” she burst into laughter, her face full of amusement. “How disgusting!”

I ignored the teenage comment, gesturing back to Emma. “Jess, this is Emma Fisher, my friend.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Okay, Dad, whatever you say.” She leaned past me, giving Emma a small wave. “Hi.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Emma said, her tone painfully pleasant. I didn’t want to see the look on her face—especially after the low blow of calling a woman I was about to fuck my friend. I knew it was a burn…

But having a kid is complicated.

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