“If you’ll have me, of course.”
Sutton wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again. “As if I’d ever let you go.”
My heart soared. Despite the shitstorm awaiting us on the other side of these walls, within this room—hell, anytime we were together—we were solid. Steady. In love and in it for the long haul. That’s all I could ask for.
With a final kiss and pat on her ass, I turned her and directed her toward the door.
“I’ll see you later at home.”
“Home,” she agreed, then left.
Thanks to Suttonand our earlier hookup, I spent the rest of the afternoon with an erection, and I barely left my office. I wasn’t particularly impressed with my team at the moment anyway.
All I wanted was my girl. I was worried about her, not only because she’d been suspended from work, but also because she was home all alone. I knew Trey was keeping an eye on things because I’d asked him to, but I only wanted to be there with her.
And I desperately wanted to finish what we’d started here earlier. I was painfully aroused, and I couldn’t wait to get the out of here so I could fuck Sutton into oblivion and make us both forget these shitty few days.
Finally, I caved and decided to text her.
ME
You know I love you, right?
SUTTON
Of course. Why?
ME
Because the second I get home, I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.
SUTTON
Do your worst, Chief.
Fuck, I’d met my match with this one.
Her trust in me floored me every single time. I couldn’t believe that after all the years of living in her trauma and never being able to experience the pleasure of physical intimacy, she’d givenmethe luxury of being her partner in reclaiming her power. I loved that she let me be the one to remind her how fucking good it could all be. Of how safe and cherished andlovedshe was.
I would never take it—or her—for granted.
Shortly before five, I gave up pretending I was going to get any more work done and left, stalking through the bullpen without sparing a single one of my deputies a glance. Oblivious to the obvious tension in the office, Bertie, my desk sergeant, offered me a wave and said, “Have a good evening, Sheriff,” on my way out the door.
I drove well over the speed limit on the way home, practically throwing myself from behind the wheel and racing into the house when I got there. Sutton was in the kitchen, and I didn’t utter a single word as I swept her into my arms, abandoning the meal she’d been prepping—though I did pause to turn the burner on the stove off—and hauled her to our room.
Once inside, I set her on her feet, wrapped the length of her hair around my fist a few times, and tugged her head back.
“You can say no,” I reminded her.
Sutton shook her head. “Not a chance.”
“I won’t be gentle.”
“Fuck me like you hate me, Chief.”
I crashed my mouth into hers, consuming her. Sutton met me with equal fervor, our kisses wet and sloppy and doing absolutely nothing to ease the ache in my cock.
“Get on your knees,” I demanded when I yanked my mouth from hers.
