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chance like that.
“You could break your neck.”
“Only if I fall off the ladder,” she replied sarcastically. Only a second ago, she looked like she had daggers in her eyes when he questioned her capabilities of doing such work herself.
She stomped up the steps and opened the front screen door as she carried some of the bags inside.
He couldn’t believe she walked away from him like that. The woman showed no respect. Not even an ounce for the uniform at least. He blew out a long breath then decided to open himself up for more punishment. The sight of her ass wiggling up the steps as she carried items into the house was all the encouragement he needed.
He grabbed the box and two last bags then entered the house behind her.
“I don’t like the idea of you doing this work by yourself. Never mind climbing up on a ladder and prancing around the roof.”
She swung around, obviously surprised that he followed her into her house but also that he reprimanded her.
“Listen, deputy, I don’t really care what you think. This is above and beyond the ‘call of duty,’ and I’m a big girl and can handle it myself. So if you don’t mind, why don’t you go back out to your patrol truck and head back into town.” She glanced at her watch and added, “It’s probably just about time for a donut or something, isn’t it?”
He nearly lost his control at her statement but reined it in.
He took a slow step toward her, eyeing her from her cute little white sneakers, up her long, sexy thighs to her breasts, then her gorgeous green eyes.
“Do I look like I eat donuts, darlin’?”
She glared at him as her eyes looked him over. His cock grew harder at her stare. He smiled, and she blushed, giving away her mutual attraction to him.
“I’m going to forget that you said that, Stacy. I’m also going to be sure to stop in and check on you.”
Her eyes widened, and then she actually stomped her foot. It was getting difficult to not sweep her into his arms and kiss her breathless. Those red, plump lips glistened with some sort of lip gloss, not lipstick, and they were tempting him.
“That won’t be necessary. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to do.”
Max winked at her then gave her one of his debonair smiles that always made the ladies melt. To his surprise, Stacy scowled at him then followed him as he exited her home.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Stacy.”
“You all want to stay for lunch, Deputy Cantrell?”
Both Max and Stacy turned around to see Marie and Ron walking toward them.
“No, he has to get going. He has a whole town to patrol,” Stacy stated sarcastically.
“You all trying to impress New York here or somethin’, Max? He has time for lunch. Come on over to the house,” Marie stated firmly.
Max chuckled at the look of pure frustration across Stacy’s face. This was going to be fun. If only Eric were here, then they could double-team her and she wouldn’t know what hit her. The thought aroused him more than he expected.
“It’s good that Max is here. Maybe he can come on over with his brother Eric tomorrow and help you out on the roof work. You’re off tomorrow, right, Max?” she asked as they all walked in unison toward the main house.
One look over his shoulder at Stacy’s shocked expression and he realized he may not need Eric to double-team Stacy with teasing when he had Marie Lemorte.
* * * *
Stacy listened to the conversation between Ron and Max. It appeared that someone had stolen some tools out of Ron’s shed. Max wasn’t certain who the culprit could be but promised to patrol nearby in the evenings. Knowing that the deputy would be prowling around at night in the near vicinity of her cottage made her nervous. She thought about that while she made the grilled-cheese-and-bacon sandwiches Marie insisted she cook for Max and Ron.
“This is great that you know how to cook, Stacy. Marie’s not that great in the kitchen,” Ron remarked then ducked as Marie
“You could break your neck.”
“Only if I fall off the ladder,” she replied sarcastically. Only a second ago, she looked like she had daggers in her eyes when he questioned her capabilities of doing such work herself.
She stomped up the steps and opened the front screen door as she carried some of the bags inside.
He couldn’t believe she walked away from him like that. The woman showed no respect. Not even an ounce for the uniform at least. He blew out a long breath then decided to open himself up for more punishment. The sight of her ass wiggling up the steps as she carried items into the house was all the encouragement he needed.
He grabbed the box and two last bags then entered the house behind her.
“I don’t like the idea of you doing this work by yourself. Never mind climbing up on a ladder and prancing around the roof.”
She swung around, obviously surprised that he followed her into her house but also that he reprimanded her.
“Listen, deputy, I don’t really care what you think. This is above and beyond the ‘call of duty,’ and I’m a big girl and can handle it myself. So if you don’t mind, why don’t you go back out to your patrol truck and head back into town.” She glanced at her watch and added, “It’s probably just about time for a donut or something, isn’t it?”
He nearly lost his control at her statement but reined it in.
He took a slow step toward her, eyeing her from her cute little white sneakers, up her long, sexy thighs to her breasts, then her gorgeous green eyes.
“Do I look like I eat donuts, darlin’?”
She glared at him as her eyes looked him over. His cock grew harder at her stare. He smiled, and she blushed, giving away her mutual attraction to him.
“I’m going to forget that you said that, Stacy. I’m also going to be sure to stop in and check on you.”
Her eyes widened, and then she actually stomped her foot. It was getting difficult to not sweep her into his arms and kiss her breathless. Those red, plump lips glistened with some sort of lip gloss, not lipstick, and they were tempting him.
“That won’t be necessary. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to do.”
Max winked at her then gave her one of his debonair smiles that always made the ladies melt. To his surprise, Stacy scowled at him then followed him as he exited her home.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Stacy.”
“You all want to stay for lunch, Deputy Cantrell?”
Both Max and Stacy turned around to see Marie and Ron walking toward them.
“No, he has to get going. He has a whole town to patrol,” Stacy stated sarcastically.
“You all trying to impress New York here or somethin’, Max? He has time for lunch. Come on over to the house,” Marie stated firmly.
Max chuckled at the look of pure frustration across Stacy’s face. This was going to be fun. If only Eric were here, then they could double-team her and she wouldn’t know what hit her. The thought aroused him more than he expected.
“It’s good that Max is here. Maybe he can come on over with his brother Eric tomorrow and help you out on the roof work. You’re off tomorrow, right, Max?” she asked as they all walked in unison toward the main house.
One look over his shoulder at Stacy’s shocked expression and he realized he may not need Eric to double-team Stacy with teasing when he had Marie Lemorte.
* * * *
Stacy listened to the conversation between Ron and Max. It appeared that someone had stolen some tools out of Ron’s shed. Max wasn’t certain who the culprit could be but promised to patrol nearby in the evenings. Knowing that the deputy would be prowling around at night in the near vicinity of her cottage made her nervous. She thought about that while she made the grilled-cheese-and-bacon sandwiches Marie insisted she cook for Max and Ron.
“This is great that you know how to cook, Stacy. Marie’s not that great in the kitchen,” Ron remarked then ducked as Marie
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