Every time she called me Sheriff I found a new love for my title. That voice of hers was like warm syrup, sweet and sticky as it dripped into my ear. I wouldn’t mind hearing it as a whisper as I kissed her neck. The woman was a magnet. When I’d come across her, sprawled on the grass, I’d had to force myself to keep on my feet. The urge to drop down on top of her and run my hands over those skintight leggings molded to her toned thighs and perfectly squeezable ass had been crippling.
