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little sundress she was wearing that he couldn’t resist running his fingers over the bare skin of her leg first.
At the same time, her hands were all over him, tugging the shirt of his uniform out of his pants. He didn’t bother to unbutton it. Instead he pulled it over his head, flung it to the floor and then went back to kissing her sweet mouth.
He moved his hands up her thighs, under the hem of the dress and over her panties until he reached her small waist. “I want you naked,” he breathed in her ear and then ran his tongue down her throat. She tasted slightly salty and he could have eaten her up.
She turned her head and glanced nervously at the bedroom door.
“Stop worrying.” He dropped a quick kiss on her mouth before he pulled the dress over her head.
Hair tousled, lips swollen from kissing, and dressed in lingerie that amounted to two scraps of white lace, Christy was every man’s wet dream. At least, she was his.
Hardly able to tear his gaze away from her, Bobby sat on the edge of the bed, pulled off his size twelve boots, unbuckled his belt and dropped his official deputy pants to the floor.
Then a horrible thought hit him.
“Shit.” He scrambled across the queen-sized mattress and reached for the nightstand. He pulled open the top drawer and rifled through the mess. Christy crawled her way across the bed and lay on her stomach next to him, peering around his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know if I have…phew. I do.” He pulled out a single wrapped condom, what vintage he wasn’t sure, but it would do. He’d stock up tomorrow, but at least tonight was taken care of. Maybe some more searching would yield a second, since he was certain that one time with Christy was not going to be enough for him. A whole lifetime with Christy probably wouldn’t quench the desire he felt.
That thought hit him pretty hard, but he decided to worry about it later.
She pulled herself closer, glanced into the drawer and giggled.
“What?”
“You’re such a man, I can’t stand it.”
“What do you mean?” They were both in their underwear and holding a conversation when they should be fucking, but something had amused her and now his interest was piqued.
“Look in that drawer. What’s that?” She pointed.
“A shot gun shell.” He’d thrown it in there when he’d cleaned the gun and forgotten about it long ago.
“A shot gun shell, a half-eaten bag of corn chips and a condom. The contents of a manly man’s bedside table. I’m going to get that on film.”
“Oh, no you’re not. No more cameras in my bedroom unless it’s a private film for you and me alone.” Bobby grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him. “And you got a problem with manly men?”
She shook her head and gazed down at him with those jewel-colored eyes. “No. They’re my favorite kind.”
“Good.” Deciding that was enough of the nightstand discussion, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her into silence.
Christy reached her hand between their bodies. She slid into his underwear and began stroking him.
“Nuh, uh.” He grabbed her hand and moved it away. If she kept that up, they wouldn’t need the condom at all. He’d spew before he even got inside her.
She pulled her hand out of his and reached right back down to grasp him.
Capturing her hand one more time, he rolled them over. He held both her wrists over her head. “You are so stubborn, you little devil.”
Her smile was both sweet and evil at the same time as she nodded and tried to free herself from his grasp.
His eyes opened wide in warning. “Christy, I’m barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth as it is. Stop grabbing me or this will be over before it even starts.”
“Okay. I’ll be good.”
Trusting her, he released her hands, leaving his free to explore her gorgeous body more. He’d just released one of her perfect breasts from its lacy confines when he felt her hand snake its way into his
At the same time, her hands were all over him, tugging the shirt of his uniform out of his pants. He didn’t bother to unbutton it. Instead he pulled it over his head, flung it to the floor and then went back to kissing her sweet mouth.
He moved his hands up her thighs, under the hem of the dress and over her panties until he reached her small waist. “I want you naked,” he breathed in her ear and then ran his tongue down her throat. She tasted slightly salty and he could have eaten her up.
She turned her head and glanced nervously at the bedroom door.
“Stop worrying.” He dropped a quick kiss on her mouth before he pulled the dress over her head.
Hair tousled, lips swollen from kissing, and dressed in lingerie that amounted to two scraps of white lace, Christy was every man’s wet dream. At least, she was his.
Hardly able to tear his gaze away from her, Bobby sat on the edge of the bed, pulled off his size twelve boots, unbuckled his belt and dropped his official deputy pants to the floor.
Then a horrible thought hit him.
“Shit.” He scrambled across the queen-sized mattress and reached for the nightstand. He pulled open the top drawer and rifled through the mess. Christy crawled her way across the bed and lay on her stomach next to him, peering around his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know if I have…phew. I do.” He pulled out a single wrapped condom, what vintage he wasn’t sure, but it would do. He’d stock up tomorrow, but at least tonight was taken care of. Maybe some more searching would yield a second, since he was certain that one time with Christy was not going to be enough for him. A whole lifetime with Christy probably wouldn’t quench the desire he felt.
That thought hit him pretty hard, but he decided to worry about it later.
She pulled herself closer, glanced into the drawer and giggled.
“What?”
“You’re such a man, I can’t stand it.”
“What do you mean?” They were both in their underwear and holding a conversation when they should be fucking, but something had amused her and now his interest was piqued.
“Look in that drawer. What’s that?” She pointed.
“A shot gun shell.” He’d thrown it in there when he’d cleaned the gun and forgotten about it long ago.
“A shot gun shell, a half-eaten bag of corn chips and a condom. The contents of a manly man’s bedside table. I’m going to get that on film.”
“Oh, no you’re not. No more cameras in my bedroom unless it’s a private film for you and me alone.” Bobby grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him. “And you got a problem with manly men?”
She shook her head and gazed down at him with those jewel-colored eyes. “No. They’re my favorite kind.”
“Good.” Deciding that was enough of the nightstand discussion, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her into silence.
Christy reached her hand between their bodies. She slid into his underwear and began stroking him.
“Nuh, uh.” He grabbed her hand and moved it away. If she kept that up, they wouldn’t need the condom at all. He’d spew before he even got inside her.
She pulled her hand out of his and reached right back down to grasp him.
Capturing her hand one more time, he rolled them over. He held both her wrists over her head. “You are so stubborn, you little devil.”
Her smile was both sweet and evil at the same time as she nodded and tried to free herself from his grasp.
His eyes opened wide in warning. “Christy, I’m barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth as it is. Stop grabbing me or this will be over before it even starts.”
“Okay. I’ll be good.”
Trusting her, he released her hands, leaving his free to explore her gorgeous body more. He’d just released one of her perfect breasts from its lacy confines when he felt her hand snake its way into his
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