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Her tongue swept the sensitive head. His erection kicked in her mouth.
And then she started sucking.
He cursed. “This is gonna be fast,” he mumbled, his voice gravel.
She nodded around him.
He set up a rhythm, his gaze focusing in on her hand between her legs. “Pick up the pace. Ride that hand, Iris.”
Her fingers moved faster across her clit. The sudden rocking of her pelvis up into her touch, pushing harder, chasing the high, had his own pace kicking up. It wasn’t long before the point of no return loomed far too close ahead.
He pinched the hard nipple between his fingers. “Come on, beautiful.”
Another pinch and a scream rose in Iris’s throat, vibrating around his too-sensitive flesh, forcing him close, closer. Her hips rose off the desk. That beautiful scream surrounded his dick.
Pushed him over the edge.
Long moments later, with only the harsh sounds of their breaths filling the small room, he withdrew from Iris’s mouth. She gulped in air, eyes sealed tight, body lax across the desk. He bent to kiss her. “Okay?”
“Perfect.” Panting breaths escaped even as she pushed up for more of his mouth.
He kissed her again, hard. “I think that’s my line.”
She grinned, eyes still closed. “We’ll share; how does that sound?”
It sounded like he never wanted to let her go. “Always.”
Twenty-One
Hours later, the late summer night was lit by the faint glow left from the sunset and the flash of fireflies blinking in the evening air as Jamie and Iris approached the courthouse. Seven wasn’t late for the summer, but they were well on their way to August, and soon kids would be going back to school. Not long after that would be sweaters and falling leaves before Jamie began planning the holiday menus for the Carousel. It was the time of year he loved best, though he was discovering with Iris in his life, any time of year was his favorite.
Crossing the lawn that carpeted the square that formed the center of town, Jamie noticed several couples following suit, approaching the building from various angles. In a town as small as Black Wolf’s Bluff, a town council meeting was the social highlight of the week. Few dared miss it.
Iris’s back was tense beneath the weight of his hand, and he rubbed up and down, hoping to ease her tension. He knew the reason—Kirk—and would do anything in his power to make this easier. But some battles weren’t his to fight. All he could do was stand back and provide Iris support when she looked to him for it. And dealing with her ex was definitely one of those instances—especially since putting himself within speaking distance of the prick also put him at risk of ending up in jail for punching Kirk’s lights out.
He realized his grip had tightened on Iris’s neck when she groaned. Immediately he eased the pressure.
Iris chuckled. “That wasn’t a complaint if you didn’t catch that.”
He leaned down to nibble delicately, discreetly at the lobe of her ear. “I’m learning,” he murmured into her skin. “Still, I have to preserve the reputation of a certain female council member that I really just want to fuck.”
She shivered beneath his word, his breath, his touch. “Is that right?”
“The reputation part or the fucking part?”
“Both.” She shivered again as his breath skated across her neck.
“Absolutely.”
Iris’s laugh was strained, the sound tinted with disappointment as he raised his head away from her.
“Mom!”
The exhale that escaped Iris’s lips this time was more consternation than anything else. They both lifted their heads, watching as Krista marched toward them across the grass.
“Hey, hon,” Iris called, her tone decidedly neutral. “What are you doing here tonight? You don’t usually come to these meetings.”
“Your question really should be, what am I doing here tonight, in front of the whole town, on the grounds of the courthouse.”
