Jude’s tongue tangled with mine as he rocked against me, the desk creaking under us as I fisted his shirt and he dug his fingertips into my denim-covered ass. We both moaned as we became lost in the perfect friction, and I forgot everything else but his cock rubbing against the sweet spot between my legs.
All the glorious dry humping came to a stop when the vase behind us fell to the floor with a loud crash.
“I actually didn’t mean to do that,” Jude panted when our lips broke apart. “But…” he said with a shrug as a wry grin ripped across his mouth.
I shoved his shoulder when he laughed.
“I better get back out there.” I slid off the desk, smoothing my hair as I gave my body a once-over. “I’ll get a broom from the front to sweep up the glass in a minute. Here, you jealous animal,” I said to Jude as I plucked a few tissues from the box I’d been using to dab at my eyes every time I felt an annoying deluge of emotion.
Jude’s brow quirked as he eyed the tissues in my hand.
“I mean, you can leave it on. Pink gloss does look like your color, Sergeant.”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed them from me when I tried to wipe his mouth.
“Feeling better?” he asked, bringing me back into his arms.
“You know what? I think so. That seemed to be just what I needed.” I flattened his lapel as I skated my hands down his shirt.
Just like you.
“Good. I’ll see you tonight. It’s all going to be great, baby. You’ll see.” He picked up my hand, lacing our fingers together before he brought it to his mouth, his eyes still holding mine.
Now I was choked up for a different reason.
“Okay,” I said on a hoarse whisper as I let him lead me out of the office and back to the counter.
“I think she’s okay now,” Jude said to Peyton and Kristina. “I’ll see you ladies tonight if you’re coming back.”
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Peyton said, eyeing us both with a smirk. “My mother-in-law volunteered to watch the kids so everyone could come.”
“Tell your dad I look forward to seeing him later. Thanks for being his ride again,” I teased, cupping his cheek before I could help myself.
He laughed, turning to plant a quick kiss on my palm.
“Don’t mention it. See you later.”
“See you later.” I watched Jude make his way out the door, my gaze drifting to the perfect way his ass filled his uniform pants before I stepped back behind the bar.
“You two are so damn adorable,” Peyton gushed.
I shrugged as I popped open the champagne and poured some into each glass, my cheeks still aching from my wide smile—different from the ache below my waist.
“I agree,” Kristina said. “I grew up with that guy, and I think that is the most words I’ve ever heard him say at one time. And the way he looks at you? I absolutely never saw him look at anyone like that. Even when he was married.”
Rage bubbled in my gut whenever I thought of his ex-wife. Both for what she did to Jude in the first place and for making him feel like he didn’t have anything to offer anyone. He had so much, and I wanted it all and to give him everything I had.
“He’s…” I trailed off as I plucked the cover off one of the cookie containers and grabbed a green beer glass cookie. “He’s amazing,” I sighed as I took a bite. “He doesn’t smile or laugh much, but when he does, he’ssobeautiful. And sweet.” My gaze drifted to the vase of gorgeous flowers. “And dirty.”
I nodded slowly when Kristina and Peyton stared at me with identical saucer-wide eyes.
“Dirty?” Kristina leaned in closer. “Davis? Elaborate.”
“As soon as youelaborateabout you and your hottie firefighter slash nurse husband in the back rooms.”
“I can. As long as my sister-in-law doesn’t offer anything about my brother in return.” She cringed as she reached for a cookie.
“As I’ve lived with them for the past few months and seenandheard more than I probably should, I’d be good with that.” I pushed the container of cookies to Peyton as she glared at both of us.
