Page 37 of Full Mountie

Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers as she tenses up, her clit hard and throbbing against my tongue. I suck her over that peak of pleasure and she explodes into an orgasm I can feel everywhere she’s touching me.

Each trembling shudder gives me more to lap up, and I continue to lick her until she slumps back, pleased and worn out.

When I push myself up, she reaches for my belt, but I wave her off. “That was just for you.”

Her eyebrows hit the roof. “This is the point where the sex-drunk girl recklessly proposes marriage to the perfect man.”

I laugh. “That would be dangerous, because I’d probably accept.”

She sits up and grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me close so she can kiss me. She licks my lips and into my mouth, whimpering as she tastes herself on my skin. “Don’t be a martyr. Let me do something for you,” she whispers.

“I gotta go. Rain check.”

She smiles softly. “Okay.”

“And…” I’m not going to send her running into Hugh’s arms. But… “Don’t miss me too much.”

Her eyes sharpen as she watches my face. Still a lot unsaid there, but now’s not the time. “I won’t be lonely.”

I exhale roughly and nod. “Good.”

“While Lachlan’s away, the mice will play…” she whispers.

Oh, Jesus. That makes my dick twitch. How does she know what to say? “Have fun.”

“I will.”

I’mfifteen minutes late getting to the air field. I park in the reserved spaces and jog through the small terminal. I arrive at the prime minister’s plane at the same time as his car pulls up, followed by another armoured sedan carrying some of my security team.

Gavin gives me a surprised look as I approach. “Running behind schedule?”

“Something like that.” I wait for him to climb the stairs into the plane, then I follow him. There are four of us accompanying him on this trip. Another two are on the advance party already in Winnipeg.

We take our seats and get comfortable. Our scheduled departure is at ten, so we’ve got about half an hour. “You know, really, you’re a bit early.”

He gives me a bland look. “So you always cut it this close and I just don’t notice?”

“No.” I clear my throat. “Extenuating circumstances tonight.”

His expression shifts from bland to wary. “Do I want to know?”

I’m not sure. There’s a fine line here. But the last thing I want is for him to have a problem with this later on. Better to be upfront, but with limited disclosure. “Beth and I had dinner.”

Beneath us, the plane shakes as a cargo door is closed. One of my officers in the set of seats behind Gavin starts watching a playback of tonight’s playoff game.

The prime minister just looks at me. Finally he sighs and reaches for his briefcase. “It’s about time,” he mutters under his breath.

And that’s thankfully the end of that conversation.

15

Beth

Isleepin on Saturday morning. It took me ages to finally drop off. I tossed and turned and smiled and longed, and it was well after midnight—and after Lachlan texted that they’d landed in Winnipeg—that I finally gave in to the sandman.

When I get up, I do laundry from the week and think about going swimming at the YWCA. Thinking about it is as far as I get, though, because after lunch I get a text from Ellie Montague.

I didn’t even realize Ellie had my phone number.

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