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“Do the residents of Wishingbone know that their sheriff is insane?”
He snorted. “You’ve met some of them. Think they care?”
No, because they were all batshit crazy as well.
Leaning up, he grasped her chin, then he kissed her. It was hard. Hot. Sizzling. When he drew back, she looked up at him. “I let you go once. Then you came back. And your fate was sealed. I’m going to give you what you need. I just need you to tell me. What do you want, Georgie-girl?”
“You.”
“You can’t have me yet,” he whispered.
Darn him anyway. Was he trying to kill her?
“What do you want?” he crooned in a dark voice.
Oh Lord. This was decadently dark Ed. Sexy and in charge.
He was going to kill her.
“I want to come.”
“Good girl for telling me what you need,” he praised her.
A shiver ran through her at his words. He pressed his finger down on her clit. It wasn’t enough though. Reaching down, she grasped hold of his hand, trying to move him. “Please!”
“Uh-uh, remove your hand, naughty girl.”
Her breath was coming in fast pants, her head swam with desire but she snatched her hand back.
“That’s my girl. Now, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to make you feel good. But you’re to keep your hands wrapped around the headboard, understand?”
She whimpered. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” he reassured her. “And you’re going to have a safeword.”
“Why?” They weren’t going to do anything more, right? She wasn’t ready for anything else.
“Shh, you’re panicking. This is meant to be a treat for being a good girl and telling me about your scar.”
Oh. Ohhh. She could get behind these types of rewards.
“I like treats.”
“Do you? Well, that’s good. Because every time you open up, or tell me what’s wrong or going on in your head, every time you come to me instead of fretting, you get a treat.”
She definitely liked the sound of that.
“It won’t always be an orgasm, of course.”
She pouted. “But I like orgasms.”
Okay, who was she?
“Your safeword is red. Something nice and simple to remember. We’re not going to do anything too intense. I’ll go very carefully and you’ll have a safeword so if I come anywhere close to a trigger, you can say it and everything stops. Can you trust me to stop if you need me to?”
“I do trust you. And he didn’t rape me. Sex is . . . sex is fine.”
“Sex is fine?” he growled. “Baby, sex should be more than just fine. And you know how much I hate that word.”
