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She stuttered before she nodded. “I want that, too.”

He sat on the edge of his desk, pulled her between his legs, and held her steady with his hands on her hips.

“I don’t like you putting yourself in dangerous situations. Didn’t I warn you before what would happen?”

She rested her hands on his upper arms. “It wasn’t dangerous. Georgie comes in a few times a month frantic that his wife is in the tree.”

“How the hell does the woman get into the tree?”

Kayla chuckled. “She doesn’t.”

“What?” he asked, confused.

“His wife died a few years ago. After she passed, he started talking about Maude being in the tree. We don’t know why.”

“Maude?”

“Yeah,” Kayla said and nodded. “He’s never been the same. We think he’s in the early stages of dementia or Alzheimer’s. He doesn’t have any family. They didn’t have kids, and his wife took care of him. Since she passed, a few of us have tried to help him, but it’s getting to the point where he doesn’t remember us half the time and gets agitated. We know it’s only a matter of time before we have to put him in a home, but I’m afraid he’ll die if we do. He and his wife have lived in the same house for sixty years. It’s familiar to him, and he feels close to Maude.”

“That’s sad. I’m glad he has you.”

“It’s not just me that helps him.”

“You’re the sweetest sub I’ve ever met. I’ve only ever heard subs like you existed, but I’ve never met one.”

She snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I would.” He studied her face for a moment. “Little Sub, I’m going to kiss you now.”

She inhaled and then nodded. “Okay.”

He cupped her face in his hands, bent his head, and took her lips. Within seconds the kiss flew out of control, and she had her arms around his neck. He had one arm around her waist and the other hand cupped her ass to pull her tighter against him.

His fingers curled and pressed between her ass cheeks to push on her tight asshole. The sensation made her shiver, making his arousal rise. The thought of being in her ass almost made him groan. He knew she’d be tight. Tighter than anything he’d ever felt, and he couldn’t wait.

They broke apart suddenly when the front door slammed open.

She took a few steps back.

Zeke walked to the other side of his desk just as Fletcher came to the door. He felt the man’s gaze on him and the hostility spike as he looked back and forth between the two.

“I’ll get right on that, Sheriff,” she said and walked off. She kept her eyes down as she passed Fletcher.

Zeke relaxed back in his chair. “What do you need, Deputy?”

“I’m wondering if I can have next Tuesday off?”

“Sure. I’ll help the deputies if they need it.”

Fletcher nodded and turned to go. He turned back as if to ask something but instead smacked the doorjamb with the palm of his hand and left.

Zeke’s eyes narrowed. He knew the deputy suspected something was going on with him and Kayla, but he didn’t care.He was just worried about how he would treat Kayla. It was something to talk over with her. He needed to know that she would come to him if there were problems instead of trying to deal with them herself. Subs could be stubborn.

The anticipation of getting his hands on her again made it nearly impossible to concentrate on work for the rest of the day.

He heard several voices and looked toward his clock to see that it was time for Betsy to take over, and Kayla would go home.

When she came to his office, he was trying to decide on the best course of action.

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