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Chapter 1

Susanna was trying to control her breathing. Damn it to hell, both Monte and BJ were making it a habit of visiting her late at night in her office. They seemed to be jealous all the time, and for such publicly confident and authoritative men with badass reputations, they sure were insecure.

BJ basically walked into her office, pulled her from her desk, picked her up, and kissed her breathless. They got so hot and heavy in a flash, his pants were down, her panties removed, her skirt lifted up and his cock deep inside her as he fucked her on her desk. In the last two months, her desk saw more action from him and Monte than any businesswoman could fantasize about.

BJ seemed awfully charged up tonight, and she wondered if he had seen her break up the fight between Jake and Will, some of the regulars? They were big men, not as big as BJ, but they were still pretty darn big, and G-Force, her bouncer, had been busy handling some drunk who’d harassed Alexa.

“Baby, you got me there already. Fuck, Susanna, I love being inside of you, stroking this hot, wet pussy of yours. Damn,” he whispered against her neck as he kissed and sucked her skin.

She felt her own body tighten, and she knew she was about to orgasm. As much as she said she disliked their possessive, dominant ways, she had to admit that it turned her on. She enjoyed making love to them, or just plain fucking as BJ liked to call it when he was so enthralled in having sex that he talked dirty.

“I love it, too, Sheriff.” She pinched both nipples while he thrust harder and faster into her.

“Fuck, that isn’t fair.” He growled as he exploded inside of her, and she followed close behind.

He held her face between his hands, and she locked gazes with his smoldering green eyes. The beads of sweat on his forehead revealed just how good he loved her tonight, and it was sexy.

“I ought to throw you over my knee and spank that ass of yours for the stunt you pulled downstairs.”

Shit, he did see the fight. She rolled her eyes, glancing away from him, and sighed as if bored of this conversation already.

“Susanna, don’t you dare roll your eyes at me.” He thrust his cock into her pussy. She was so content when their bodies were connected like this, it was scary.

“Oh please, Sheriff, you know I can handle it, and it was no big deal.”

He held her by the hip bones with his big hands and began to caress her belly and move up her blouse.

“You’re our woman and we protect what is ours. We warned you that your safety comes first.”

“I’m the boss, and I need to show my face and show my power and control here. I can’t act all girly and damsel in distress for y’all. Now help me up. Some of us have work to do.”

He gave her a scolding look as if saying that this conversation wasn’t over. He would tell Monte, and Monte would do something wild like tie her up to the bed again. Damn, she felt her pussy clench at the thought of Monte and his naughty, wild ways. The man was resourceful.

BJ pulled slowly from her pussy and lifted her up, giving a light smack to her ass then pressed a finger to her pussy. He raised his eyebrows at her and she lowered her eyes. Busted.

“Whatcha thinking

about that has you all wet and ready for another round?”

She slapped his arm, and he pulled his finger from her then placed her feet on the floor before he pulled her into a hug.

He whispered against her head, “You thinking about Monte and what he’s going to do to you for being naughty?”

She giggled. God, was she that horny for their attention and their cocks?

Hell yeah! Her men had big cocks and knew how to love a woman. She was never happier than she had been since accepting Monte and BJ’s advances a couple of months ago. But they were getting more and more serious, and she was feeling a bit scared. All the men in her life at first showed love and attention, but then it turned old and they wound up hurting her badly. Some more than others. Even though Casper and Brook were dead and her uncles were behind bars, she still felt that twinge of fear toward trusting a man, or in this case, men. She was getting better, but she was still not fully there.

BJ got dressed as she straightened out her skirt and blouse then looked for her panties.

BJ cleared his throat. She looked up and saw them hanging from his finger. Damn, was he sexy.

She stood in place and stared at him.

“Come here, woman.” She, of course, immediately went to him. “Give me a kiss.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. As she released his lips, he smiled.

“Sweet, so very sweet. Now hold on to my shoulders and I’ll help you.”

She did as she was told, and BJ helped her get back into her thong panties.

When she began to step back, he pulled her to him and placed one hand on her ass over her skirt in a possessive manner while he tilted her chin up toward him with the other hand.

“You got all serious for a second. You’ve been doing that lately, so when are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?”

Fuck! How the hell did he and Monte do that? It had to be their interrogation skills from the law enforcement and military backgrounds.

The sound of the buzzer on the desk saved her from answering. He raised his eyebrows at her and held her against him when she tried to go answer the buzzer.

“BJ, I have to.”

He reluctantly released her as she walked toward her desk.

“We’re not finished with this conversation, Susanna,” he reprimanded, and she cringed.

She pressed the button on the buzzer.

“Hey, Susanna, sorry to interrupt, but the band is finishing up their set and the DJ is having problems with the wiring again. You need to come down here and fix it like you did the last time,” Paula told her.

“No problem, I’m coming down now.” She disconnected the call then turned toward the mirror she had in the office. She smoothed out her skirt and blouse, adjusted her boobs, and reached for her brush to run it quickly through her hair. Her face was flush, and she knew that her friends and just about all her other staff would know what she and the sheriff were up to in her office.

She felt BJ’s arms come around her waist as he stared over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror.

“You look beautiful as always.”

“My damn legs are shaking, and I feel all sticky down there.” She faked a complaint as he released her.

He took her hand and walked with her out of the office.

“You remember that feeling when some guy starts flirting with you. That’s my pussy and Monte’s. You belong to us just like we belong to you.”

He kissed her hard on the mouth then guided her toward the elevators.

She waved up to the cameras, knowing that BJ’s cousins would be watching and would see her and BJ kissing. God, she felt her cheeks warm again as they entered the elevator.


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