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WHEN WE KISS
By Tia Louise
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Tabby

I see Chad appear at the top of the church steps. An old lady is on his arm as if he’s an Eagle Scout.

All the old ladies want to hold his arm. They act like they’re so feeble they can’t walk to their cars without his help. The truth is they’re just pervy and want to stroke his muscles.

He catches my eye and hands Gwendolyn Smith off to a noodle-armed old man before slowly walking down the steps to where I’m standing.

Today, I’m dressed in a demure yellow sundress, sandals, and I’ve traded my signature red-velvet lipstick for a nude matte. My eyes are still done, though. Duh.

That smug grin on his face shouldn’t be so sexy at church. “Good morning, Miss Green, I trust you had a restful night.”

“I’m a little tired, actually.” I pretend to yawn, looking over my shoulder at the gardenia bushes.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Not really. I drove down to Fireside and played poker with the truckers off the Interstate for a while after you left. I guess it was about four when I got to bed. If I hadn’t promised to be here today, I’d probably have slept until noon.”

His eyes narrow, and I know he’s trying to decide if I’m lying.

Of course, I’m lying, but I’m not about to say I slipped into a warm bath and rubbed one out to the memory of his sexy bod until I was so relaxed, I slept like a baby.

Standing in front of him in my sandals, my head only reaches the top of his broad shoulders, and up close, in broad daylight, it’s hard to look him straight in the face. He has a rugged manner like a soldier, but his features are elegant, refined—a straight nose, square jaw, and light brown eyes.

When he smiles, those dimples just push it all over the top. Not to mention he smells like heaven, all fresh and clean and manly.

He really is too sexy to be our future sheriff. I foresee a rise in petty crime among the blue-haired Sunday school ladies. Oh, Sheriff Tucker! Did I do that?

He lets my story about playing poker with the truckers pass. “How did you like the service?” he asks instead.

“It was okay, I guess.” I’m acting bored. I should get an Oscar—or at least a Daytime Emmy. “Uncle Bob used to have more fire when I was a kid. He seems to be cooling down now. How can anyone be expected to have anxiety and indigestion all week on that milquetoast? I’ll be lucky if I even need a Tums after lunch.”

Chad grins at that. A little glint hits his pretty, pretty eyes, and I notice he has one crooked tooth on the side. It’s right in line with that cheek dimple, and when my gaze meets his, my panties melt right off.

“Have lunch with me.” He says it so fast, I’m pretty sure the invitation surprises him as much as it does me.

My breath leaves my lungs, and it takes a second for me to remember why this is a bad idea. “I’m having lunch with Emberly.”

His dark brow furrows. “Don’t you have lunch with Emberly every day?”

He’s right. I work at the bakery, so I spend every day of the week with my best friend.

“Yes… well… today’s special.” I glance over to where she’s still talking to Betty Pepper. “We’re supposed to be planning out a way to attract more of the tourists up this way.”

Not only do I sound nervous, I’m talking too fast. All of it makes me want to hit stop and start all over again. Being flustered in front of Chad is not how I want to come across.

He nods, semi-accepting my answer. “I have to work tonight.”

He looks down at his shoes. He’s so tall, and his shoulders are so broad. I picture myself climbing him like a tree.

“Robbie’s getting ready to retire.” My voice is quiet, thoughtful.

A young, male voice interrupts us. “Hey, Tabitha. How’s it hanging?”

It’s Jimmy Rhodes, and I want to crawl inside the gardenia bushes. Everything is replaced with my humiliation from last year. I was caught. Skinny dipping. In the nine hundred year old Plucky Duck motel pool. In my underwear. With this child pretending to be a man.

Oh. My. God.

I’m never smoking pot again.

“Keep walking, Kid.” Chad laughs as he says it, but there’s a hint of something more in his tone.

Something like jealousy?

Jimmy’s shoulders slump, but he does as he’s told. As much as I’m burning with humiliation, and as much as I do not want to encourage Jimmy’s teenage crush, I can’t help feeling a little ruffled feathers. Chad is acting awfully possessive.

“Go out with me on Friday.” He turns to me again, and his expression is serious, a little fierce.

It does strange things to my insides.

“No,” I say too fast, and he exhales a laugh.

“So it’s still like that?”

Between humiliation, lust, and church, my emotions are as mixed up as a bowl of spaghetti.

I don’t know what it’s like. I just know bad girls don’t date cops. It’s a recipe for disaster. One of us will end up wanting more than the other is willing or even capable of giving, and it will be painful and awful.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” My voice is quiet, and I’m being as honest with him as I’ve ever been with anybody.

His grin melts, and a little line forms between his brow as he processes what I’ve just said, like he understands. “Then I guess… I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first.”

I swear my mouth has a mind of its own. It doesn’t matter. That irresistible dimple appears, and I know I haven’t scared him off.

The knowledge of that fact scares me even more.

“Either way, I’ve got my eye on you,” he teases.

“I don’t need a guard dog.”

“Everybody needs somebody watching their back.”

“I’ve got Emberly.”

We take a pause while our eyes travel across the bright green lawn to where my best friend is still talking to Betty Pepper. Only now, Coco is hopping all around her. My goddaughter is an adorable bundle of energy, brunette ringlets, and sunshine, and she’s been on a kangaroo kick for a month. It makes me smile, and when I glance up, I notice Deputy Tucker has a grin on his lips as well.

“She might have her hands full.” He turns those sexy eyes on me, and I almost cave.

Can’t do that. “We look out for each other.”

He slides a large hand in his front pocket. “Have a nice day, Tabitha.”

He’s letting me go for now, but it’s getting harder to resist the temptation...

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WHEN WE KISS
By Tia Louise
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Tabby

It’s straight up noon when the knock comes on my door. My heart thuds in my chest, and I run to open it, catching my breath when our eyes meet.

“Hey, beautiful.” Chad’s low voice sends a zing right to my core, and I pull him inside quickly.

He’s on me at once, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me hard, forcing my lips apart and plunging his tongue into my mouth. I let out a little whimper. He’s so demanding and aggressive.

“I’ve been going crazy all day thinking about your tight, wet pussy,” he groans against my skin. “Don’t tease me like that again.”

My stomach flips at his dirty mouth. “Stop bossing me around.”

“I’ll boss you around.” Stepping back, he unfastens the top two buttons of his uniform shirt before pulling it over his head, leaving his thick brown hair a sexy mess. His white undershirt is next, until he’s standing in front of me, heaving muscles and raw sex wearing only his boots and pants.

I pull the tie on my wrap dress, ready to be naked immediately and all over that. It falls open, exposing the black lace bra and thong I’m wearing. I’m about to reach around and unclasp it when he catches my hand.

“Not yet.” Pulling my body against his chest, he scans my small house. “I’ve been thinking about this for months.”

“Months?” I lean forward, running my nose along the side of his neck, inhaling his scent, slipping out my tongue to taste his salty skin. “We haven’t been together that long.”

“You think I wasn’t watching your sexy ass?” He backs me toward the bedroom. “I wanted to do this standing up. I guess the bed will have to do.”

Out come the handcuffs, and my heart beats so fast. “I’ve never been handcuffed before.”

His brown eyes darken. “I’ll have to make it memorable.”

“We don’t have much time.”

“It doesn’t take long to have you screaming my name.”

“So arrogant.” But it’s true—bring out the snake!

Holding my waist, he helps me scoot up the bed on my back, then taking both my hands, he puts the handcuffs around one of the iron rods in my headboard before loosely locking them around my wrists. They’re cold metal and a little uncomfortable, but I’m distracted by him stepping back from the bed and slowly unfastening his pants.

I’m completely at his mercy, handcuffed to the headboard in only my bra and panties, and I’m nervous and thrilled at the same time.

I roll onto my side, and the way my hands are tied presses my breasts together. His eyes don’t leave them as he shoves his pants down and off, allowing that massive erection to spring free.

A little whimper escapes from my throat, and I instinctively rub my thighs together as he grasps his cock, tugging it slowly and moving his hand over the tip.

“So fucking sexy,” he hisses. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.” I answer fast. I’m burning up inside, wondering what he’s about to do next.

He tosses a condom on the bed beside me before stepping forward and hooking his thumbs in the sides of my thong…

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STAY
By Tia Louise
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Stephen

Emmy bites her lip as she watches me undress. Her eyes follow my movements, and the heat flickering in her eyes has my cock a steel rod in my slacks. “When you look at me that way, I want to fuck you senseless.”

Her full bottom lip pops out, and she drops her chin, her pretty cheeks turning pink. She’s so fucking beautiful and so fucking stubborn. Shoving my pants off, I climb onto the massive king-sized bed in my room, catching her leg and pulling her under me. She lets out a little squeal, and I cover her mouth with mine.

She tastes sweet like strawberry cake, and her body is soft and warm against mine. I slide my lips along the line of her jaw, and she makes a little noise. “That sound…” I bite the skin on her neck and she does it again. “Spread your legs.”

“Stephen…” Her hands are on my sides, fingertips tracing around to my back.

“Do it.” Reaching down, I pull that filmy slip higher as she opens her thighs for me.

I hook my thumb in the side of her thong and rip it away as I bury my cock balls-deep in her slippery heat.

She inhales sharply, arching her back higher. I let out a low groan.

One of the benefits of getting married—blood tests. We’re both officially clean, and I plan to fuck her bareback all over this house this weekend.

“You feel so good,” I hiss, sinking deeper into her.

Her knees rise at my sides, and she moans as I rock my hips faster, harder. “Yes…” She gasps in my ear, and I catch her around the waist, rolling us over so she’s on top of me now.

“Sit up.” I nudge her waist. “I want to see you ride me.”

She buries her face in my neck. “No.”

“God dammit!” My back arches and I growl, shoving my cock deeper into her. “Don’t tell me no, woman!”

She moves her face, kissing my cheek and speaking in my ear. “You like when I tell you no. You like fighting with me.”

A surge moves through my cock, and I groan. She’s right.

Reaching down, I unclasp her bra so I can feel her hard nipples against my chest. “Let me at least kiss your tits.”

“Stephen,” she moans, rocking her hips against my pelvis, driving me crazy with her hot little pussy…

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BOSS OF ME
By Tia Louise
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Raquel

They say the devil was heaven’s most beautiful angel. Patton Fletcher standing over me, looking down like he wants to devour me, blows that seraph away.

He’s the tiger, and I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.

I don’t.

His shirt’s gone, and my eyes trace the strong lines of his broad shoulders to his firm chest to the ridges of his abs.

The sleeve of ink following the lines of muscle in his arm is wickedly sexy—it makes my insides clench. I’m so eager, I’m sure I’ll burst into orgasm the moment he touches me.

Intense, dark eyes move from my breasts to my legs, and his voice is rich and low. “You have great legs.”

Instinctively, my knees rub together, and he holds out his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up, catching the hem of my sweater and lifting it over my head.

My black lace bra only covers the bottom of my breasts, and he traces his fingers along the tops of them, causing me to shiver.

His eyes darken, and he dips them inside, rolling my hard nipples between his fingertips. “You have perfect breasts.”

My lips part, and the heat surging in my veins has me under his spell. “Thank you.”

“Lie back.”

I do as he says, and he drops between my knees, sliding his hands up my outer thighs and shoving my denim skirt up to my waist.

“I’ve wanted to taste you since you wore that skirt on Friday.”

Oh, shit.

My eyes flutter closed and a moan slips from my throat as he kisses the inside of my knee, tracing his lips higher, along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Patton…” I hiss as his beard scratches my legs.

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