Page 15 of Falling for the Sheriff

“I was shot.”

I inhale loudly, lifting my head to look up at his face.

“Shot? When?”

“In the bombing. I was shot and left there to die in the explosion.”

His body tensed during this turn in the conversation, so I want to let it drop. But before I do, I press my lips against the scar, kissing it, more than thankful that he survived the whole ordeal. An explosion couldn’t stop him. A bullet couldn’t kill him. He’s stronger than any man I know, and now he’s all mine.

Bryceand I spend our entire weekend locked up at my place. We’d make love, sleep, eat, shower, and end up right back in bed. I’ve never been so sore in my whole life. When Monday morning rolls around, I dress in a pair of pants with flats and a dress shirt that buttons all the way up. As sore as I am, I don’t need to give him any ammo today. My lady bits need a break after the weekend with him. I walk into the station and stop in the break room for my usual coffee. He must sense me because as soon as I walk out to go to my office, he steps out of his office with a file under his arm.

I shoot him a wink but turn for my office. I set my things down on my desk, and as I expected, a knock sounds at the door.

“It’s open,” I say as I move my bag under my desk. As I’m bending over, he steps up behind me, pressing his dick against my back. I blush as I turn around.

“Mr. Moore, inappropriate work behavior,” I say, teasing him.

He drops the file onto my desk with a loud smack, spins me around to face him, picks me up, and sets me down on my desk. He moves between my knees as his lips find mine. He kisses me fast and deep, making me forget my own name and the fact that he’s been between my legs all weekend. It was hard enough to walk without whimpering as it is.

He pulls back. “How’s this for inappropriate work behavior for you?” He offers up a sly grin.

I giggle. “I’d say we’d definitely be written up for this.”

“What can I say? I’m a rebel.” His hand brushes against my core, and it feels like my entire body lights on fire.

I put my hand against his chest and push him back a step. “We really need to get some work done. And to be honest, I already feel like I’m walking with a watermelon between my thighs because my lady bits are sore as shit. She needs a break.”

He laughs. “Well, there are other ways I can make you scream my name, you know. In fact, I remember you coming completely undone just from my mouth on?—”

His words stop when someone else knocks on the door.

I quickly jump up from my desk and hold the file he brought in to make it look like he just handed it over.

Claire pops her head in. “Hey, Nina,” she starts but stops when she sees Bryce in here with me.

“I’m sorry. I was just dropping this off for Nina. I’ll get out of your way so you can get back to work,” he says, taking a step back.

Her eyes follow him, specifically his ass, as he walks away. “Mmmm, that man doesn’t know what he does to me,” she says, making me laugh.

“What can I help you with?”

“Oh, um, my computer is on the fritz again. Would you mind coming up?”

I nod. “Let me get my things put away, and I’ll be right up.”

She turns and walks away, leaving me alone. I open the file in my hand. There’s only one sheet of paper in it, and it says, “My excuse to be alone with you.”

I laugh as I put the file into my desk and head out to help Claire.

Tuesday night comes, and I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life. I have everything ready to go. I have my laptop with the website mock-up pulled up. I have my sketches, and I also have my numbers and statistics. I have everything I need. I’m more prepared for this than I was for my hook up with Bryce. So why am I so nervous?

Bryce shows up fully dressed in uniform, hoping it earns him the attention we’ll need for this presentation. I, however, decided to wear the tight pencil skirt that Bryce seems to love so much. I pair it with some black pumps and a crisp white dress shirt. I pull my hair back into a sleek bun and grab my things.

“Ready?” Bryce asks, looking me up.

I take a deep breath. “I think so.”

“I know one thing,” he says as we walk toward the door to make our way to town hall. “I’m not going to be able to focus with you in this skirt and these heels.”

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