female…or that you were…you.” He waved a hand at her.
“I don’t want anything from you, Jackson. I don’t want a relationship, sexual or otherwise. Last night wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t come here to seduce you.”
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She raised her hand when he started to speak and fought to keep from shaking. “And with all due respect, Sheriff. I don’t give a good goddamn what you think of me. Just know what happened last night won’t happen again, and no matter what you believe, I’m not a nympho on the prowl. So you don’t have to worry about the other officers.”
He nodded and looked away for the first time, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s not about you being a woman, Becca.”
“Rebecca,” she snapped.
His raised his gaze to hers without raising his head. “It’s not about your…sex.” She started to retort when something in his narrowing eyes made her hesitate. “Like I said, I don’t need you. I didn’t expect you. Now that I have you I don’t know what to do with you.” He combed his fingers though his hair and sighed. Something about the simple frustrated movement brought visions of his naked body rising over her, his sweaty muscles bunching and rippling as he strained toward release.
She swallowed hard. “Like I said, I’ll talk to the mayor.” She turned and fumbled with the doorknob, desperate to get away from him. He walked up behind her and reached around to open the door. She could feel the heat of his body at her back. His scent teased her, making it hard for her to breathe. When did she become so weak, she wondered? Maybe she was a nympho.
“Becca.”
She took several steps away from him before she turned around. “Rebecca…
What?”
She looked up at him; his eyes had softened, darkened. “It won’t do any good…”
For a moment, she thought he guessed her reaction and she frowned. “…arguing with the mayor.”
“I’ll try anyway.”
He shrugged. “Matthews!” he shouted down the hall.
“Yeah.” The young officer sitting at the desk poked his head around the corner.
“Show Officer B…Taylor around. Make sure she gets a uniform, order one if need be.”
Matthews’ bright blue eyes assessed Rebecca. “Sure thing, Sheriff.” He grinned.
Jackson turned back to Rebecca, his face expressionless. “Officer Bryan Matthews will take care of whatever you need.” Then he turned on his heel and sauntered back into his office, slamming the door behind him.
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Chapter Seven
The echo of the door slamming grated on Jackson’s ears. Anger surged through his body, pounded in his bloodstream, but not for the reason Becca thought. It had nothing to do with sex…at least, not the male/female type. It had everything to do with the fact that his swollen cock pulsed and throbbed in aching demand to bury itself between her thighs. Now. Hard. Feeling the slap of flesh against flesh, hearing her throaty little moans, her cries of completion.
He groaned, kicking his desk, wincing as the toe of his boot met solid oak. Dammit, he didn’t need this. Not right now. He sure as hell didn’t need Mayor Whittaker thinking he could pull the wool over his eyes this easy. Hell, he had been working for six months now to figure out what the slimy bastard was up to, and he threw one roadblock after another at Jackson.
Somehow, Jackson knew, Whittaker had arranged the former sheriff, Jackson’s uncle’s, accident, just as Jackson knew that old John Porter had been on to something that the mayor was up to. That was the reason Jackson had fought for the position after John’s death. Even going so far as to secure the approval of the Town Council, who in turn pressured Whittaker.
He threw himself into his chair, slouching in it, his lips twisting in a grimace as his eyes narrowed on the door. Damn, he hadn’t wanted to leave Becca earlier. His erection had throbbed in protest, his muscles reluctant to lift him
“I don’t want anything from you, Jackson. I don’t want a relationship, sexual or otherwise. Last night wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t come here to seduce you.”
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She raised her hand when he started to speak and fought to keep from shaking. “And with all due respect, Sheriff. I don’t give a good goddamn what you think of me. Just know what happened last night won’t happen again, and no matter what you believe, I’m not a nympho on the prowl. So you don’t have to worry about the other officers.”
He nodded and looked away for the first time, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s not about you being a woman, Becca.”
“Rebecca,” she snapped.
His raised his gaze to hers without raising his head. “It’s not about your…sex.” She started to retort when something in his narrowing eyes made her hesitate. “Like I said, I don’t need you. I didn’t expect you. Now that I have you I don’t know what to do with you.” He combed his fingers though his hair and sighed. Something about the simple frustrated movement brought visions of his naked body rising over her, his sweaty muscles bunching and rippling as he strained toward release.
She swallowed hard. “Like I said, I’ll talk to the mayor.” She turned and fumbled with the doorknob, desperate to get away from him. He walked up behind her and reached around to open the door. She could feel the heat of his body at her back. His scent teased her, making it hard for her to breathe. When did she become so weak, she wondered? Maybe she was a nympho.
“Becca.”
She took several steps away from him before she turned around. “Rebecca…
What?”
She looked up at him; his eyes had softened, darkened. “It won’t do any good…”
For a moment, she thought he guessed her reaction and she frowned. “…arguing with the mayor.”
“I’ll try anyway.”
He shrugged. “Matthews!” he shouted down the hall.
“Yeah.” The young officer sitting at the desk poked his head around the corner.
“Show Officer B…Taylor around. Make sure she gets a uniform, order one if need be.”
Matthews’ bright blue eyes assessed Rebecca. “Sure thing, Sheriff.” He grinned.
Jackson turned back to Rebecca, his face expressionless. “Officer Bryan Matthews will take care of whatever you need.” Then he turned on his heel and sauntered back into his office, slamming the door behind him.
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Chapter Seven
The echo of the door slamming grated on Jackson’s ears. Anger surged through his body, pounded in his bloodstream, but not for the reason Becca thought. It had nothing to do with sex…at least, not the male/female type. It had everything to do with the fact that his swollen cock pulsed and throbbed in aching demand to bury itself between her thighs. Now. Hard. Feeling the slap of flesh against flesh, hearing her throaty little moans, her cries of completion.
He groaned, kicking his desk, wincing as the toe of his boot met solid oak. Dammit, he didn’t need this. Not right now. He sure as hell didn’t need Mayor Whittaker thinking he could pull the wool over his eyes this easy. Hell, he had been working for six months now to figure out what the slimy bastard was up to, and he threw one roadblock after another at Jackson.
Somehow, Jackson knew, Whittaker had arranged the former sheriff, Jackson’s uncle’s, accident, just as Jackson knew that old John Porter had been on to something that the mayor was up to. That was the reason Jackson had fought for the position after John’s death. Even going so far as to secure the approval of the Town Council, who in turn pressured Whittaker.
He threw himself into his chair, slouching in it, his lips twisting in a grimace as his eyes narrowed on the door. Damn, he hadn’t wanted to leave Becca earlier. His erection had throbbed in protest, his muscles reluctant to lift him
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