Page 62 of Playing it Country

I hum as I wipe down the bar and relish the normalcy between us. Only a few customers are left, and I close them all out and wave as they each get up and leave respectively. Today was a long day, and it didn’t hit me until right now just how exhausted I actually am.

When the last customer leaves with a smile and a wave, I sag against the bar. “Thank God.”

“Looks like Rhea wasn’t the only one dead on her feet today.”

“I didn’t realize until right now.”

“Know what would help that?”

“What?” I ask but I bet I know the answer.

“Me licking that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Give me a few minutes and then we can go home and you can make good on that offer.”

“Why wait?” Case asks as he gets up and rounds to my side of the bar before dropping to his knees in front of me. His back is almost pressed against the ice well as he reaches under my dress and slides my panties off.

“Keep cleanin’.”

“How do you expect me to do anything with you down there?” I ask even as I drag the cloth against the polished wood.

“I think you’ll find a way but you better hurry,” he says as he lifts my dress over his head. “I’m hungry.”

The first swipe of his tongue over my clit has me bracing my other hand against the bar and a soft moan escaping my lips. The man is beyond talented and I have zero qualms about reaping the benefits. My pulse races as I look around the empty space. We’re alone, but it’s still a public place and that has my pleasure ramping up along with Case’s ministrations.

”I said keep cleanin’,” he murmurs as his tongue dives in and out of me at a maddening pace. The Tap and Table has been closed for the better part of thirty minutes, and he’s certainly made the most of it behind the bar.

The handle on the door turns and Sheriff Kade walks in with an easy smile. I squeeze my legs together—and effectively Case’s head—in hopes that this situation doesn’t go downhill fast.

“Hey, Miss Spence.”

“It’s just Hannah, Sheriff,” I say automatically as Case’s tongue draws small circles over my clit. I try and look relaxed but I’m not even in the same zip code as the feeling.

“I saw your lights were still on and wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“I appreciate it, Sheriff. I should be outta here soon,” I squeak as Case increases the pressure and I brace my hands on the bar top.

“You want me to wait and walk you to your car?” Case growls low against my pussy and the sensation is maddening—and highly problematic.

Clearing my throat, I give him my best smile and shake my head. “Case is going to meet me and then follow me home.”

“Well all right then, just let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do, Sheriff, thanks!” I call out after him as he backs toward the door, adjusts his hat, and then walks out into the night.

Before I have time to think, Case has my leg thrown over his shoulder as he rises onto his knees. I wobble on my feet, but his hands grip my ass as he devours me.

“Jesus, Case. Jealous much?” He’s still hidden under the hem of my dress but if the ferocity with which he eats my pussy is any indication, the man ispissed.

“I don’t like him comin’ here,” he growls and I arch my back and grind my hips against his face.

“It’s a wellness check.” Two fingers slam into me and I cry out as my orgasm rips through every cell in my body. He’s relentless and I’m a panting, shaking mess.

“You seem fine to me,” Case says as he wipes his mouth on the bottom of my dress before lowering my leg to the ground and standing.

“You didn’t need to go all caveman.” I try to infuse as much sass into my words as I can while my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

“I didn’t.” His fingers tangle in my hair as he tilts my face and then slams his mouth onto mine. I can taste myself on his lips, and that mixed with his own desire is a heady combination. “Now hurry up. I have plans for you at home.”

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