Page 104 of Shortcake
“You make me nervous sometimes,” I admitted. “Not in a bad way,” I added.
I couldn’t exactly blurt out:I’m fucking freaking out because I think I’m falling in love with a guy who’s more than a decade older than me, who has a daughter closer to my age than him, and who apparently isn’t even ready to take me out in public, let alone tell his family about us.
God, I was fucked.
Behind me, I felt his nearly silent sigh. “Do you want me to let you go? Have some time to yourself?”
That was the last thing I wanted.
He moved in closer behind me until his erection was pressed against my backside.
“Or is it the good kind of nervous that gives you butterflies here?” His hand drifted up from my hip to splay flat against my stomach.
My eyes drifted closed, and my head fell back against his chest. “Mmmm. That one.”
His laugh was like a low, graveled vibration behind me. “Because it’s okay if you want to be alone tonight, you know?”
I shook my head. “Hell no,” I whispered.
“Good,” he exhaled, the heat of his breath skimming across my ear. He slid his hand down my stomach, lifting the skirt of my dress to reveal my wet panties.
“Now,” he said, “Take one more sip of wine, then put that glass down. Can’t have you spilling on this pretty dress.”
I did as he said, gulping down one final, large drink of my wine before I slid my glass several inches away from me so I wouldn’t spill it.
Dress hitched up to my waist, my body lit on fire as he hooked his fingers into my thong and dragged them slowly down my legs, revealing me to him. I stepped out of the panties and looked down just in time to find him pocketing them.
Shiiiiiiiit. Sheriff Meyer was kinky.
And I fucking liked it.
“Jesus,” he breathed, skimming his palms up the backs of my thighs until he reached my ass and cupped me firmly. The guttural groan escaped him as he slid his finger across my clit, dipping it into my wet center.
I gasped, not ready for the touch, even though for all intents and purposes, I should have been.
“What if Harper comes down?” I whispered. I didn’t want to stop. Not for a second. But one of us needed to think straight.
“You literally caught her making out with a boy today. Trust me, I know my kid. She’s not coming out of her room until tomorrow if she had her choice.”
“But what if she does?”
He sank to his knees behind me, and from the vantage point of the stairs where Harper would be coming down from, she wouldn’t see her dad at all. She couldn’t even see how my dress was hiked up to my hips from behind the counter. It simply looked like I was standing there… sipping wine.
I twisted my body to look down at where Conrad was on his knees behind me, smirking. “You’re on lookout, Officer Cavitysearch,” he teased.
I bit my lip, ignoring the way the sight of his boyish, crooked grin made the butterflies in my stomach dance. “Ayay, Captain.”
His grin widened. “Addy, please. We’re cops, not pirates.”
“Sorry… um… ten-four?”
“Close enough.”
ChapterTwenty
Conrad
There were probably a million and one things I should be doing after coming home from work tonight—including, but not limited to talking to my daughter, and making sure my daughter had dinner on the table.
