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“You were eighteen when we met, Taylor.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry.” He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me so damn passionately I damn nearly float away. His hand delves into my hair, and his other hand slides to my clit with his thumb spreading some of our juices over it. Slowly, he massages the little nub. Quickly, my body comes alive, like a live wire, aching with need, revived.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He nudges his nose along my throat, peppering kisses all the way down to my chest, lazily moving in and out of me as I get used to his size. With each entry, my body heats up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him deeper, owning my body.
“Fuck, I need you naked.” Brooks thrust his hips forward, sending his length deep inside me. He lifts up my top, cupping my breasts through my bra. I help him lift up my shirt and toss it. Unable to fight the waves of bliss, I forget we’re not at home, and my moans grow louder and louder. His hand comes over my mouth.
“Calm down, babe. If I have to stab some people in the ears, they won’t take too kindly to me being mayor anymore.” I giggle through his hand, and he pumps harder, effectively stopping all giggles and turning them into laughs. The movements rock the expensive wood beneath us as he drives into my core, claiming my body like some wild Viking. “Mine,” he grunts with every thrust.
“Brooks,” I moan as I claw my nails down his shirt, probably tearing holes into the fabric, but I don’t care. “Oh my…” My breath catches as my orgasm rips through me, and I cry out. His mouth slams down on mine, silencing me, but then he follows me down. His own tidal wave struck, and his voice ripped out of his broad, masculine chest. I slap my hand to his mouth, and he smirks as he floods my womb, pumping every last drop of his release in me with a devilish look of pride on his face.
“Let them hear me fill you up. I want them to know I’ve emptied myself inside you.”
“I don’t want that nosy anchorwoman Sarah Stone getting any ideas about you,” I hissed. “Unless she already...” He slams into me harder.
“Don’t even…I’ve never touched her or…anyone…”
“What do you mean ‘anyone’ in town?”
“Not anyone at all, but we can talk about my strict discipline later,” he growls, kissing me deeply, stroking deep inside as if he hadn’t just finished. We were about to go again when his phone rang, interrupting our moment. Unfortunately, we’re in the middle of a crisis, and this isn’t the time to ignore reality.
He quickly answered the sheriff’s call, pulling out of me. We both grunt from the pain, and he gives me an apologetic smile. We both dress as he speaks to the sheriff. I nervously avoid looking at the man who just took my innocence on his desk because I’m both ashamed and craving another round.
“We have issues that we need to manage,” he sighs. We head back out, and the day doesn’t get any slower. I still haven’t processed what happened in his office. My boss thoroughly fucked me to his desk, claiming I was his and that no one was taking me away from him.
Chapter Seven
Brooks
Taylor’s scent still lingers on me as we work our asses off all day. I leave her at the office because there are dangerous floodwaters that I don’t want her involved in. We spent three hours clearing up debris from roadways so that we could free several families from their trapped homes. When I arrived at the shore, the Naval team was there assessing their work and repairing some of the structures. Fields spots me and smiles. We meet up, and he says, “Where’s the little mistress?”
“Watch your mouth.”
He backs up, raising his palms. “Come on. You can’t deny something was going on between you two. I saw her reaction to you yesterday. She was losing it when you stripped your shirt off.”
“What?”
“She was so mortified that I caught her licking her lips.” My chest puffs up, and the riled-up jealousy I felt yesterday eases.
I don’t get much of a reprieve from that situation when I head back to the office, only to find Bryan’s truck outside the building. What the hell is he doing here after he was supposed to be working with his team somewhere else, not anywhere near my fucking woman.
“You need to stay away from Taylor; she’s mine.”
“She’s too young for you, and she’s your employee. What do you think the public will think of your relationship with her?”
“I don’t give a fuck what they think. I love her, and that’s all that matters. I put it off long enough. Now if you don’t do your fucking job, I’ll find someone else to do it, and I’ll have you out of a job really quick.”
“Is that a threat?” He steps in my face, getting close so that I can feel his breath on my chin.
“No, it’s a promise, and if I was you, I’d back the fuck up before I take this as an act of violence because I’ll file a complaint, or you can throw a punch, and I’ll wipe the floor with you.”
“You’re a waste of time. I’ll have her when you’re voted out of office after they learn about your behavior, and she doesn’t want your loser ass.” He shoves past me and storms out of my office. My eyes darted to my assistant, who was holding her tablet to her chest as a shield.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What did he say to you?”
“Nothing. I just don’t want you to get in trouble because of me,” she sobs. I take away the tablet and pull her into my arms.
