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  The moment her wet heat slid onto his cock, it took an extreme effort not to grasp her hips and fuck up into her hard and wild. Instead, he twisted his fists into the sheets and grappled for the last fragments of control to abide by her wishes.

  The pinch of his nipples as she leaned forward while rotating her hips tortured his cock deep within her pussy and nearly catapulted him over the edge. He struggled not to come and prayed for a shred of restraint to outlast and pleasure this sexy minx. The tip of her tongue traced the cleft in his chin, followed by the tease of a taut nipple. No one had ever done that to him before. Electrified chills shot through his system to spear him in the ball sac as if a direct nerve connected the two sensitive areas.

  Desire ravaged his determination to let her lead and unleashed his need. Jack couldn’t stop. He grasped her hips and plowed up into her, raising her off the bed with every upward stroke. Shelley sat upright. Her nails dug into his flesh. The pain fueled his uncontrollable urge to fuck her hard and fast. He couldn’t take it anymore. With one quick swipe of the back of his hand, he removed the stockings from his eyes. He had to watch her come, to see her face and know he’d given her as much pleasure if not more than she’d given him.

  In a harsh graveled tone, he demanded, “Shelley, look at me. I want to watch you come.”

  Bright green eyes met his. Sheer ecstasy shone in their depths as together they slid over the precipice and into the oblivion of sexual release. One last solid thrust upward buried him in deep as the tension broke in his balls, sending his cock into spasm. Shelley collapsed into his arms, breathing heavily against his chest. Tiny tremors cascaded up and down his cock as her inner muscles caressed him and coated him in her juices.

  Seconds slipped into minutes before either caught a full breath. The realization that the woman in his arms had gifted him with the most erotic and explosive orgasm he’d ever experienced settled in the fried remains of his gray matter. He couldn’t move, but from the limpness of her limbs and body, he doubted Shelley could either.

  Jack smiled against her hair and inhaled the lilac fragrance mixed with the heat of their passion. Shelley was the woman aged to perfection and built special for him. When she nuzzled her cheek against his chest, he tightened his grip around her, holding her close.

  “Umm,” was the only recognizable sound from her lips.

  He stroked the back of her head and got comfortable. The weight of her on top of him didn’t bother him. Instead, he delighted in it. She seemed fragile and no longer poised as the dominatrix of their sexual escapades. Thinking of her commanding position straddling his hips made his cock twitch as it slid from her heat.

  “No,” she mumbled as she wiggled against his flaccid cock. “Put it back.”

  “Honey,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her brow. “I don’t even think Superman could after what we just did.”

  The tender kiss she placed to his chest between his nipples heated his core. His balls ached, but he knew another round wasn’t happening at the moment. He slipped a hand between them and switched the cock ring off as he removed it and the condom, then tossed the condom into the wastebasket beside her bed. He pulled a couple of tissues from the box on the nightstand, did a quick clean and then tossed them into the wastebasket as well.

  It thrilled him that Shelley snuggled against him and settled into a deep sleep. He tugged the covers up and tucked them in around their tired bodies. For the first time since returning Stateside, he slept in the arms of a beautiful woman who’d fulfilled him sexually.

  Like always, he did one last reconnaissance of the room before he closed his eyes. No sand. No military mission to achieve and, best of all, no threats of possibly being blown to bits in his sleep.

  Chapter Five

  The sudden sound of the alarm clock cut through the thick curtain of sleep wrapped around her brain. Shelley stretched, yawned and sat up. Every muscle ached in a good way. The numb apex between her thighs tingled with each movement. Never had she experienced sex as great as last night. She turned, expecting to see Jack in the bed beside her.

  He wasn’t. There went her opportunity for morning sex. A deep sense of loss filled her soul. Had he gone? Was last night her first one-night stand? God, she hoped not. Though every movement awakened a new ache, she still wanted more of Jack. Raking her fingers through her hair, Shelley settled against the headboard. The scent of coffee laced the air and had her scooting out of bed with a renewed vigor. Maybe Jack was in the kitchen and she’d get that breakfast nibble after all.

  She grabbed her robe and quickly put it on as she hurried into the bathroom. After freshening up, she strolled into the kitchen expecting an inviting glimpse of that firm muscled tush of his. The sight of an empty kitchen and living room caused her heart to drop. He wasn’t there. Morning sex with him was definitely out. Damn, she thought with a sigh.

  A coffee cup sat beside the coffeemaker as if waiting for her. Glancing around, she realized the kitchen had been cleaned. The dishes they’d left on the table were washed and stood in the dish rack. That was considerate slid through her brain as a slender smile tugged at her lips. The guy’s a great lay and he cleans. Taking her coffee with her, she returned to the bedroom to gather her clothes for the shower.

  She huffed as she realized the one thing she should have noticed when she got out of bed. His clothes were no longer strewn about the floor. But clothes weren’t on her mind when she woke. A naked Jack was.

  The sight of Earl’s prototype vibrating ball’s box sitting promptly displayed on her dresser brought a full-fledged smile to her face. She lifted the handwritten note lying beside it. To her delight, this little affair hadn’t ended in one night after all.

  If you feel like playing, I’ve got the controller.

  Shelley couldn’t help but laugh. The man was daft in the head if he thought she’d wear those to work. Or was he? The image of him between her thighs in Dino’s ladies’ room sent moisture directly to her pussy. She rimmed the coffee cup with her finger as she stood staring at the shiny silver balls taunting her through the clear plastic box.

  Should she or shouldn’t she?

  Damn. She chewed her lower lip as she turned and stomped to the bathroom to get ready for work. Part of her didn’t dare take the risk of her sexual secret being exposed to her colleagues. But the other part of her couldn’t shake the rampant desire to please Jack.

  * * * * *

  He’d hated leaving her earlier, but he had no choice. His partner sent him a text stating it was important that he got his butt into the station for a meeting prior to court. As quiet as possible, he’d dressed, straightened the kitchen and made her a pot of coffee. Right before leaving, he placed the balls and a note where she’d find them and hoped she’d play. The image of her naked in bed burned behind his eyes. She looked beautiful, angelic and enticing. It had taken a strong will to walk out without so much as kissing her goodbye. But he knew if he did, she’d wake and he’d be lost.

  Jack closed his eyes for a moment, letting her sexy image soothe his irritation. The meeting hadn’t gone well. It seemed the DA was being pressured to make some sort of deal with the Baldwins and end the case pronto before the national media picked up on it and the trial became a circus of reporters. Jack didn’t have a problem with dropping the assault charges as long as the illegal trafficking of moonshine ended. He may not have grown up in the hills of Tennessee, but he understood the down-home-type people. They took care of their own. It was the same in his small Texas hometown.

  The protest outside the courthouse didn’t surprise him. This case piqued the interest of the locals from every nook and cranny of the backwoods to the mainstream businessman. Being new to this police force, Jack didn’t like the undue scrutiny pointed in his direction. He’d done his job. He arrested a criminal. Unfortunately for him, the criminal and his product were liked and loved by the public.

  Big mistake for the newbie on the force.

  He sighed heavily as he made his way
through the sign-carrying, taunt-throwing protestors and hustled up the front steps of the courthouse. Where were all these people yesterday at the start of the trial? Why were they stirred up like a hive of hornets now? It didn’t make sense to him, but if he truly thought about it, he had his suspicions that a member of the Baldwin family instigated this public protest.

  The Baldwins weren’t exactly sensible people. To hear them say it, they weren’t doing anything wrong. Especially since part of their profits went to pay for the medical clinic and school situated in the foothills for the underprivileged living there. Jack shook his head. If he’d known that, would he have reacted differently? No, he decided. It didn’t matter that they shared their profits with a good cause. The Baldwins broke the law.

  At least that’s what he tried to convince his conscience as he followed the drill of emptying his pockets, unholstering his gun and handing it to the guard on duty to inspect before he walked through the metal detector. On a silent prayer, he hoped the only thing left in his inside coat pocket didn’t set off the detector. He held his breath and didn’t release it until he made it through without a hitch. Even if it did, he doubted the tiny remote would be suspected of being anything other than a forgotten partner to a child’s toy. That’s the scenario he’d practiced in his head if asked about it.

  After retrieving his items, he stood silent, leaning against the wall in the hall outside the courtroom.

  “Hey, partner.” David Delaney maneuvered through the throng of people waiting to get inside to watch the trial and stood beside him. “Don’t let those idiots outside get to you. The Baldwins have been riding outside the law for way too long and it was about time someone ended it.”

  “You’re right,” Jack replied as an idea brewed that might work for both sides of this predicament, but he’d have to check into a few details first. Letting the idea formulate in the back of his brain, there were some things he needed cleared up and David was the man to ask. “Why is that? According to what I’ve learned, the Baldwins have been running ‘shine for almost sixty years now. Why hasn’t anyone put a stop to it before? I’m sure this isn’t the first time they’ve been caught.”

  “No, it’s not.” David leaned in closer and lowered his voice so only Jack would hear their conversation. “But it’s the first time they’ve been caught in over twenty years. Things are different now. This isn’t a small town any longer. It’s harder for the local law enforcement to turn a blind eye like they used to do.”

  “Wonderful, let the new guy take the heat for bringing down one of the area’s greatest known secrets.” Jack rolled his eyes.

  Four months into his new position and he’d already blundered big-time. He tried to squelch the thoughts barreling through his brain. He couldn’t help but hope this didn’t tarnish the fresh start he desperately needed after leaving the Marines five years earlier. Being a cop filled the deep-seated need to protect and serve the Marines instilled in his demeanor. But working in his hometown kept the memories of friends who’d never return blazoned in the forefront of his brain and caused sleepless nights and restless days that no amount of therapy would dismantle. Jack pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the vivid images of death from rising to the top.

  “Hey.” David snorted, jarring Jack from his thoughts. “You’re not alone in this. I grew up here. Got my first drunk off their ‘shine as a teenager. So it’s not exactly smooth sailing for me out there either. You should have heard the tongue-lashing I suffered from Grannie at Sunday dinner.” Adamantly, he shook his head and waved his finger in the air in a mocking way as he said, “It’s not good when a ninety-year-old wags a wrinkled finger in your face and tells you off.”

  Jack couldn’t help but smile at David’s rendition of his sweet little old grandma. He’d met her. She didn’t give him the impression of having an angry bone in her body. Glancing around at the growing crowd, he decided that neither did some of the people he recognized in the heated group of protestors.

  “You ready?” David asked with a nod of his head toward the courtroom door.

  “You go ahead,” Jack replied. “I need a minute.”

  David entered the courtroom, giving Jack a second to regroup. Something about this case still bugged him. Floating around in this massive jumble of thoughts was a way out of this situation, if he could sort it out.

  Jack shoved off the wall and straightened his suit jacket. What should have been a basic open-and-shut case had turned into a major issue that could make or break his career. He really didn’t want to have to make a job change and move. Things had just started to get good for him here. He’d finally made it through the night without memories from Iraq haunting his dreams. The image of a sleeping beauty brightened his thoughts and caused a fleeting smile to pass across his lips. He owed those few hours of peace to her. Now Shelley was a woman worth more than gold.

  He sighed, running through the chain of events that had gotten him into this backwoods mess. Moonshiner caught, slugged cop, got arrested, illegal product confiscated, then sentenced to jail time. It should have been easy, but at every turn, they’d hit a stumbling block. Resistance met every question and no one wanted to testify. Frustration had tested his detective skills. Now he understood why. The locals protected their own.

  Hell, a different time, a different place, he’d have walked away from the confrontation and let it go. But the Marines made him a man, one who faced his inner demons and backed down to no challenge. Combing a hand through his hair, Jack decided this was just another bridge to cross, a blockade to hurdle. Nothing more, nothing less. He took a cleansing breath, steeled his spine and walked into the courtroom. Today, he was a cop, a detective with the heart and soul of a Marine. Jack tilted his chin and held his gaze focused to the front.

  A vision of pure beauty sat at a desk to the left of the judge’s bench. Her hair was pulled into a knot at the nape of her neck. Black-rimmed glasses sat perched on her nose. The coy look she shot across the top of her glasses at him heated his soul and stilled the breath in his lungs. The tormented thoughts of this case slipped to the side as she filled his mind. Dressed in a basic red dress, which buttoned down the front, no cleavage showed and the hem reached below her knees. A sensible pair of black leather flats covered her feet and he noted she wore no stockings. If he had to give her appearance a title, he’d have to call it the “librarian”. She still looked hot, if only to him.

  When her gaze returned to her desk, he couldn’t help but wonder. Did she or didn’t she? He had to know. Slipping his hand in his pocket as he took his seat beside David, Jack pressed the low setting on the balls’ remote controller. Shelley sat erect and shifted in her seat slightly. He turned it off and watched her smooth her skirt as she seared him to his chair with a potently erotic gaze.

  Damn, his day had just gotten better.

  It surprised her that the wireless remote had such great strength to send a signal across the room without interruption. Shelley couldn’t take a full breath the moment those balls vibrated. Not hard, not fast and on just long enough to gain her attention. Though she tried to prevent it, her gaze homed in on Jack’s, letting him know she’d honored his request. Never had she been brazen enough to attempt something like this at work. God, she hoped no one caught on to her actions. She made a mental note to commend Earl on the reliability of his new pleasure-producing gadget. Obviously, she’d been mistaken on how close the remote needed to be to the balls in order to work.

  “All rise,” the bailiff stated and she forced her focus on standing with her legs tight together. Even though she wore panties, she refused to take any chances. There was no way she’d lose those things in here.

  The moment she could sit, she did. Anticipation swirled through her system. When would he turn them on again? Would he? What if he didn’t? Shelley swallowed, then willed her system to calm. She had a job to do. That came first. Not her sexual experiments. Being the professional stenographer that she was, Shelley switched gears an
d focused on the job, listened and typed.

  Thirty minutes passed and nothing happened. The trial went along at a steady pace but nothing else jarred her system. Each time she glanced at him, it appeared he studied the court proceedings intently. Had he forgotten about the balls? Disappointment drowned anticipation, turning it into a wave of anxiety in her chest. Here she’d played along and for what? A two-second cheap thrill before court started.

  She dove into her assignment of recording the proceedings and decided not to think of him or those damn shiny balls tucked in her pussy. An unexpected jiggle shook through her vaginal wall. A sudden burst of vibrating energy bounced inside her, causing a temporary malfunction of her brain. Her hands stalled on the keyboard as she struggled to swallow the gasp that threatened to escape.

  He hadn’t forgotten. She couldn’t look at him. It took every ounce of effort she could muster to activate her hands and make them work.

  Tap, tap, tap, she steadily kept in sync with the courtroom drama. If asked, she doubted she’d remember a word of what she’d written. The only item that caught and held her attention sat buried within her heat, bouncing and vibrating her system into a frustrated frenzy. Both nipples pearled and puckered against the soft cotton of her bra. Thank God she’d actually worn one with a little more padding than her normal thin lace ones. She rolled her shoulders and sat slightly hunched forward in an attempt to hide her pointed peaks from view. Slouching wasn’t good for her back, but at the moment, neither was having the whole court take note of her nipple size.

  The vibrations caressed her pussy for a solid ten minutes before they stopped. Moisture dampened her panties. A sense of relief mixed with a dramatic letdown. She hadn’t come. She was close, wet, but not satisfied. Every ounce of her pelvis hummed with a need that only he could fill. Shelley shot him a slant-eyed glance and hoped he got the message. She needed more.