"Kindred was telling me your hobby is your obsession with her."
"It's a good hobby, and one that only I better have."
"How's your day going, Sheriff?"
"It's going." Cash strolls into my office with a couple of bags, one from the café, in his hands. "Wanted to go over a few things. I got your email."
"What email?" Candy's eyes are bouncing between the two of us.
"My list of things to get done in case I might forget one." He sets the food down on my desk. "I didn't."
Cash gives me a sexy-ass smirk that has me wanting to kiss the hell out of him. As busy as I am right now, I'm so freaking happy too. My man, the sheriff, is bringing me lunch. "I'll have my sticker now."
"You can't demand stickers."
"It's true." Candy nods adamantly. "I've tried before."
"Guess I'll have to try harder, and I love a challenge." He comes around the desk, and before I know it, he has me pulled into his arms, kissing the hell out of me.
"I'm guessing there isn't lunch in there for me either?" We both turn our attention to Candy. "I was joking. I actually have things to do. I need to get my email list done too." Candy is walking backwards out of my office. "And I might have been a virgin not long ago, but that was not a kiss between two people who haven't been getting it on, and I knew you were glowing!" Candy shouts, I believe in victory, before shutting my office door, hightailing it out of here.
"My feet aren't touching the ground." I wiggle my toes. He must have lifted me during that kiss, my heels falling off.
"I know." He sits me down in my chair; dropping to a knee, he grabs one of the bags, sits down, and pulls out a pair of sneakers. "I picked the white ones. Thought they'd match everything. They're cute." My white sneakers have silver jewels on the side in the shape of wings.
"How did you know?"
"Been keeping tabs on you." He pulls out socks too. Wow, Cash wasn't wrong; he does know what I need and how to get it done. Maybe he does deserve one of my stickers.
"How?" He tilts his head to the side, and I know he's not going to tell me, but I adore the way his face softens for me. "Ohmy God. Are you in the cameras?!" There are ones out front, in the entry, and in the hallways.
"Keeps me sane." I kind of forgot about the whole psycho messing with me.
Cash slips my feet into the socks; his hands move up my calves. The gentleness of his touch paired with his rough hands has my nipples hardening.
“How are you feeling?” His hands keep working higher.
"Busy but good."
"Not what I meant." He pushes my flowy skirt up. "Your pussy."
"You can't just ask me how my vagina is."
"Just did." He parts my thighs more to make room for his broad form. I'm a tall girl, always have been. With Cash, I feel small and delicate, and the way he could easily overpower me should scare me, but it doesn't. In fact, with him I'd encourage it.
"Let me see." He suddenly lifts me, sitting me on top of my desk, my ass on the edge. Cash pushes my skirt back up.
"You saw it this morning in the shower," I remind him.
"It was foggy in the shower." A giant, unexpected laugh booms from me. "You were a virgin."
"You were too. Should I inspect your cock?”
"We'll get there." He tugs my panties to the side. Arousal sucks the air from my lungs and takes all my common sense. Anyone could walk in right now. That thought doesn’t do anything to temper my desire. "So pretty." His warm breath tickles my sensitive skin.
"Cash." I lick my lips.
"I won't let anyone see you like this." He turns his head, kissing the inside of my thigh. "You want my mouth on you, Cupcake?" I sink my fingers into his hair.
