"Whatever it is, you're welcome," he replied with a laugh.
That burst of levity turned into a frantic fumble to get rid of the layers between us. Skirt up, trousers down, panties off, his fingers on my clit. His mouth was on the pulse in my neck and his cock was in my hand, and—
"Wait," he panted. "Wait."
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Grate
v. To reduce a food into small bits by rubbing it against the sharp teeth of a rasp.
Jackson
I couldn't do this.There was no way I could take her on my desk. I didn't care whether it was late and most of the crew was gone for the day, we'd still have to be quiet. She deserved more than I could offer her here.
"Wait," I said, groaning. "Wait. Annie, wait."
She reared back, her eyes wide and her touch gone. "What? What did I do? What's wrong?"
"This is too quick," I argued. We were on mydesk, for fuck's sake. I was all for indecent but this was unnecessary. I had a perfectly good bed a few minutes' walk from here. "Let me do this right. Let me treat you right."
She pursed her lips and cut her glare to the side, unimpressed. "Really? That's what you want?" She aimed a glance at the heavy erection bobbing against my belly. After a beat, she took me in hand, stroking just enough to keep me hard and hungry. "I must've misinterpreted this."
Why was I doing this? Why couldn't I follow my instincts and fuck her like I'd dreamed? Why couldn't I take what she was offering without second-guessing?
"I don't have a condom," I replied, my fingers circling her clit. She was so wet. So wet. She'd slipped off her panties but now I regretted missing out on doing it for her. I wanted the pleasure of stripping her clothes off, watching her body reveal itself to me. None of this wasright. Not for our first time together. "If you really want this, you'll want it in ten minutes when I get you into my bed."
A cloud passed over her eyes and I knew I'd pushed her too far. I'd forced her to consider what she truly wanted again, rather than what felt good in the moment. And hell, I was all for the feel-good option but I could wait until she was certain about it for more than a minute.
"I shouldn't have—we shouldn't have done this. I should go." She dipped her chin and reached for my trousers. Pulled them up, tucked me in. "Perhaps our paths will cross some other time."
Annette went to slide off the desk but I wasn't ready to watch her go. I leaned forward, caging her in with my hands on either side of her hips, and brushed my lips down her neck. "You were going to let me fuck you on this desk two minutes ago. That requires something stronger than 'perhaps.'"
After a long pause, she tipped her face up to me, a smile quivering over her lips. "Enjoy the pies, sheriff. I'll see you around town."
She pushed off the desk, scooped up the panties she'd kicked off, and marched to the door without a backward glance.
"The next time I have you under me," I called, loud enough for her to hear but too low for my deputies on the other side of the wall, "it won't be on a desk."
She dropped her hand to the doorknob and inclined her head to the side. "Good night, sheriff."
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Cutting In
v. The process of quickly combining flour and dry ingredients with fat, usually butter.
Annette
"Wait a second,"Brooke cried, tearing her sunglasses from her face. "Youleft? You had a cock in your hand and youleft?"
"Yes?" I answered, shrinking behind my glass of sangria. I didn't have much else by way of cover out here on the day-drinking deck at Arundel Wharf in Kennebunkport. It was another warm July day, the sun high overhead and a cloudless sky stretching on for miles. That meant this harborside restaurant was packed and everyone was hearing about my questionable dick-juggling skills.
"I can't fucking believe you. When there's a hot cock in your hand, you fuck it. It's the law," she yelled. People around us turned to stare but Brooke waved them off. "Oh, please. You're fine," she called over her shoulder. "Learn to eavesdrop less obviously."
I folded my arms on the table and gestured her closer. "If you keep screaming about cock, we're not going to be allowed to come back here," I whispered. "Turn down the volume a touch, okay?"
Rolling her eyes, Brooke sat back in her seat. "I just can't believe you left him there in that," she started, motioning toward her crotch, "condition."
