Page 31 of Beneath the Blue Moon
His door is ajar, so I step in without knocking.He leaveshis chair and walks toward me.
“Took you long enough to say hello.”
“You’re right,” I answer.“I should have come to you first, justbypassed everyone outside.”
“Come here, minx.”
He pulls me into his arms and lowers his head to mine.Themoment our lips touch, his deputies let out loud cheers.I pull away with agiggle and turn to find three pairs of eyes watching us.The sheriff closes thedoor and returns to me.
“I brought you lunch,” I tell him.
“Oh?”
He walks back to his chair, and I begin opening thecontainers.
“Fried chicken, mac and cheese, and biscuits.Oh, I left thesweet tea in the basket.”I sit across his lap, and he buries his nose in myneck, inhaling deeply.“I saved the breast for you.You seem like a breast manto me.”
He looks down at my cleavage—which I intentionally made surethere was a lot of—and smiles.
“I sure am.38Cs, to be precise.”
I giggle, sliding my arms around his neck.“Well, what doyou know?I happen to have a pair right here.”
“Jesus, woman.What are you trying to do to me?”
“You keep me waiting.Anything left for too long ends upserving two masters.”
“So you’re telling me to get my act together?”
“I’m just saying… You wait too long then you’ll miss out onall of this.”His eyes follow my fingers hungrily as I trail them down mybreasts.My lips curl up into a smile as I feel him getting hard.“You canthink about that during lunch.”
He clears his throat and brings his gaze back to my face.
“This all looks great, but I don’t know if it will compareto the meal I had last night.”
“Are you saying you’re a better cook than me?”I ask.
“Honey, I wasn’t talking about the steak.”
“Nowwho has a dirty mind?”
“You elicit all kinds of dirty thoughts.”
“Well, if you’re a good boy and finish all your food, I’llsee what I can do about dessert.”
As I slide off his lap, he smacks my ass playfully.Hopping upon his desk, I cross my legs at the knees.We look very Nanny Fine and Mr.Sheffield right now.I grab my phone from my purse and aim the camera at him.
“Smile.”
He looks up, gives me that megawatt smile of his, and I snapthe picture.My heart skips a beat when I look at the result.He is trulybeautiful.
“You know, you’re pretty hot, Sheriff.”
“Why, thank you, Miss Bryan.You’re pretty hot yourself.”
With a huge grin, I forward the picture to Sandy.Shereplies instantly.
Sandy: Oh, my God!Case, he’s gorgeous!!!!!!!!!
