StrongArmsoftheLaw by Cerise DeLand

bought you that.” He cast her a devilish look. “For
your chocolate fix.”
    “Oh, yeah?” She wiggled in her seat, her pussy gushing in
response to the image in her mind of how to use it. “Gonna let me try it on my
favorite confection?”
    His brows knit with horrified delight. “I rather thought
you’d let me get a good taste of it on your nipples.”
    “I might.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Any place else
appeal to you?”
    He sent his smoldering gaze down her body. “Yeah. All over
you. It’s gonna be messy good fun.”
    “Damn, boy! You better buy a couple dozen boxes of those
little foil babies.”
    “Exactly my plan,” he promised, gunning the engine on the
highway to Alpine.
    Within five miles, he pulled into a strip mall where an old
pharmacy stood on the corner.
    “Here.” He tossed her the keys. “Lock it up, sweetheart.”
    She did as she was told, leaving the air-conditioner on and
pressing her thighs together. The chocolate sauce in her hot little hands was
an inspiring talisman to the future. When had she ever had a lover who gave in
to her foibles? Never. She thanked her lucky stars for Rex. Someone was
watching out for her. And the very idea that she could fall in love with a man
so right for her…
    Fall in love.
    She closed her eyes. Repeated the phrase. The very idea made
her tingle all over. But what else could it be?
    Hot sex.
    Sure. The hottest, craziest bed gymnastics she’d ever known.
Ever even hoped for. But that wasn’t where they’d started this relationship.
And that was a good thing. The best thing.
    At thirty-two, she knew enough about men, her past
relationships, and sex in general to feel comfortable concluding that the wild
fucking they did was a result of how well they fit together. Yin and yang. Man
and woman. Lawman and crime writer.
    He exited the store, a shit-eating grin on his handsome
face, jiggling a brown paper bag.
    When he climbed in the truck, he pushed the package into her
lap. She peeked inside. Boxes! “Four of them?”
    Smug, he was so pleased with himself. “I won’t have to ask
Jose for them.”
    Squealing, she couldn’t help herself, she threw her arms
around him and gave him the biggest smacker of a kiss.
    “Hey, woman. Let me drive us home, will you?”
    She nibbled his ear, kissed his neck. “What if I can’t
wait?”
    “Your new signature line, is it?”
    “Oh, yeah.” She wrinkled her nose at him, then sat back.
“Maybe I could persuade you to stop on the side of the road.”
    “You. Can. Not.” He smiled, but shook his head as he turned
the truck toward their little house.
    “Okay.” She threw up her hands. “Okay. Just saying, you
know.”
    “Yeah, I know.”
    “Hope we don’t run out of gas,” she offered, eyes on the
two-lane road home.
    He laughed and shoved his hand back down between her thighs.
“I’d fly us there is I had wings. Never been like this with a woman.”
    She locked her legs together, the feel of his fingers
grazing her damp jeans killing her patience. “I think we have something rare.”
    When he faced her once more, his expression was dear and
sweet, melting her insides to mush. “We’re gonna talk about that. Soon.”
    She nodded, her gaze admiring the passion written all over
his face. “Today.”
    “I’m gonna use at least one of those first,” he told her,
his voice rough as gravel.
    “Can’t talk while you make love?”
    He roared, clutching her thigh tighter. “Can’t think while
I’m making love to you.”
    She preened. “Such a good thing. You won’t get any
complaints from me. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
    “We have two more weeks until the trial, darlin’.”
    She made goo-goo eyes at him. “We might have to go shopping
again before that.”
    On Rex’s side, a car pulled alongside them on the double
lane.
    “What the hell?” he murmured, putting his other hand on the
steering wheel as he decelerated…and so did the car.
    A yellow one.
    Skye stretched up to