Moving_Violations by Christina M. Brashear

I don’t want to be classified by my sex. Just try to ignore the fact that I’m a woman, it has nothing to do with my ability to do my job…”
    “But see, Officer Becca Sugar, your sex isn’t easily ignored.”
    She closed her eyes on an exasperated sigh. “Look, let’s put everything aside and just call me Officer Taylor.”
    “Can’t.”
    “Why? Just because you’ve known me all my life…”
    “Because I’ve tasted your sweet hot pussy, that’s why.” His expression was sardonic but his voice held a note of anger. “And make no mistake, sweetness, it left me with a terrible craving for more.”
    She stared at him, momentarily struck dumb with shock. He did not just say that.
    Oh, but yes he did. He watched her with lowered lids. Her body tensed. He was remembering, and now so was she. She felt the heat curl through her and the corner of his mouth tilted.
    “Sheriff Montgomery, what happened last night will never happen again.” She gave him a level look.
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    Moving Violations
    His laugh was an ominous rumble from deep in his chest. “If you figure no two good fucks are ever the same—and we are good at it, Becca—it’s only gonna get better.” He spoke low and seductive which had her juices flowing.
    She clenched her teeth, fighting to control her lust and her temper. She could control this situation and she could handle this hick cowboy, no problem. “How adolescent,”
    she grumbled.
    His smile didn’t reach his eyes. Arching a brow, he murmured, “Did you expect this country sheriff would be simple? Did you think I’d just hump you and be grateful that you let me have a fancy ride?”
    “What?” She felt as if he’d punched her. Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him in disbelief.
    “You didn’t expect to have the fuck of your life, did ya? You didn’t think I could rock your world like those hoity-toity city boys you’re used to screwin’. What did you think would happen, Becca, when you decided to fuck the boss?”
    Rebecca blinked. She fought for breath. Fought to keep from trying to wipe that superior smug smile off his handsome face.
    “For God’s sake. I had no idea you were the sheriff last night. I asked to transfer to Jericho because I missed home, I wanted to slow down, get away from the city…” she tried to explain, fighting to draw precious air into her lungs.
    “Oh baby, you call that slow? Fast would have killed me! I bet you couldn’t wait to show old Jackson the new and improved Pixie Pest.”
    Okay this was turning ugly; she could feel it, see it in his glittering silver eyes piercing her. “Look, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just wanted to meet some people, see if anyone I knew was still here, maybe dance, and possibly have a good time and go home…alone. I came to Jericho because I needed a fresh start, in a new place, I wanted to see if this could be home again.”
    He lifted a brow. “Did you screw up or something in Detroit? What didja do, fuck the chief of police? Or maybe the mayor, ugh…that’s not a good mental image, maybe that’s why he’s all hot and bothered for you to stay.”
    She glared at him. She was stunned and for some reason, the things he said hurt worse than she thought they should. Fury and humiliation rose like bile in her throat and she stood slowly, keeping her gaze on him. She saw the flash of regret but it did nothing to dissolve the lump in her throat. “Fine, I’ll get in touch with the mayor myself and see what I can do. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”
    “Damn, okay wait, Becca, just wait.” He rubbed his hand over his face and motioned for her to sit again but she stood, her hand resting on the doorknob. “I apologize. I guess that was uncalled for.”
    She swallowed the knot that was lodged in her throat, lifted a brow and continued to glare at him. “You guess?”
    “Talking to the mayor won’t do you any good. I fought with him all morning over this. Even before I knew you were