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I trail a hand down the side of her body, grazing her breast, her hip, and then I tug at the waistband of her jeans. “These fucking chaps do it for me.”

“You’re weird,” she mutters.

I chuckle, then slowly lower myself to my knees, removing my hat, which I drop to the floor. I glance up, and those piercing eyes watch me with a mix of heat and trepidation. “I’ve been called worse.”

I pull the button loose, then unzip her fly. Her lips part as I take my sweet fucking time, savoring this moment.

“This is what you get for having a smart mouth,” I say, then I press my face against her crotch and inhale. She’s so fucking sweet. Black underwear peaks out, and my dick is throbbing.

“I wish Duncan had arrested me earlier,” she murmurs.

I reach forward, undoing her belt with ease. It flops down enough for me to yank her jeans south, too. At no point does she try to stop me.

I waste no time, pressing my mouth against her pussy through the material of her panties and tug. She whimpers.

I love that sound, so I do it again. When I glance up, her eyes are hooded with hunger behind them as she watches me.

I wish she had those glorious tits out, but we don’t have time for that. And yeah, I am on fucking duty.

“Are you wet for me, D?” I shove her jeans to her thighs, then peel back her panties to one side, and I’m blessed with the sight of her. Such sweet perfection. She’s bare everywhere, except for a small landing strip.

“Y-yes.”

“Spread your legs.”

She does as she’s told, amazingly enough. My eyes lift at the same time as I lick through her slick heat. Her hand curls into my hair, and she groans. I slowly run two fingers through her wetness and moan against her flesh. She’s fucking dripping.

“Such a dirty girl, getting this hot for me before I’ve even touched you,” I tsk.

“It isn’t my fault my new sheriff is ballsy as fuck.”

My new sheriff.

The words make my balls tighten, wanting her more. I part her with my fingers, circling her clit with my tongue, and she moans out an incoherent version of my name.

I pull back. “Nash,” I tell her. “It’s Nash when I’m doing this to you. If you ‘sheriff’ me even once, I’ll spank that pretty ass until you’re red raw.”

“Fuuuck,” she moans again. Somehow, I get the idea she’d like that.

I insert one finger into her pussy, and I almost explode at how tight she is. I flick her clit rapidly and fuck her with my finger at the same time, pushing another in as her grip on my hair tightens. I love it. I love that I make her this way. Vulnerable. It doesn’t make her weak, it makes her powerful. She has no clue the hold she has over me.

“Nash,” she cries out. “Right there, if you fucking stop, I’ll kill you.”

I grin, really going to town, eating her out as she frantically rolls her hips, chasing her release.

And then she’s coming. It’s glorious. Her face is flushed, her eyes squeezed closed, and one hand gripping her breast as she calls out my name.

This woman. This fucking woman.

I swear, she’ll be the death of me.

“That’s it, Wildcat, I can feel how fucking tight you are.” I ride her through her high until she’s a panting mess, and then I pull my fingers out of her pussy.

I cup her mound with my other hand possessively, then stand. “Open,” I tell her.

Her eyes snap open and fuck me if she doesn’t do as I say. Those pretty lips part, and I slide my fingers in, so she can taste herself.

“Now, when I see you next, you’re gonna remember this moment, no matter what bullshit you throw at me.” I lean closer and drop my voice. “Now we both know how sweet you taste.”