Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
I finally found the right words to get him moving. I breathe a sigh of relief when he lines his cock up at my entrance. He leans back on his arms to stare into my eyes as he slowly pushes deep with one thrust.
I press my heels into the soft covers and lift my hips up to meet each of his rapid thrusts. When he reaches between us to press his thumb against my clit, fireworks erupt behind my closed eyelids, and I nearly pass out as a powerful orgasm blasts through me.
He drops to the bed and pulls my limp body into his arms before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. Once I get my breathing under control, I whisper against his warm skin, “I love you, too.”
Chapter 10
Banks
It’s one of those Fridays where the clock seems to be mocking me, inching its way toward five PM with all the enthusiasm of a turtle on a Sunday stroll. I’m stuck in my office, pretending to focus on the paperwork scattered across my desk, but really my mind’s a million miles away. Or more accurately, it’s at home with Yvette.
It’s been a hell of a couple of weeks, adjusting to the whiplash of life changes, but having my little knockout in my life has made everything absolutely perfect. It’s been an adjustment, but she’s completely stolen my heart. I glance at my watch as the anticipation of getting home to her flows through me.
I’m jolted from my daydreams by the sound of footsteps approaching the office. I look up from the knock on my office door to find Sheriff Dillon Armstrong standing in the doorway. He strolls in, giving me a knowing look, and I instantly realize this visit isn’t just a casual catch-up. Dillon’s not one for closing doors unless there’s a wave about to crash, and the way he quietly shuts mine sends a chill creeping up my spine.
“Afternoon, Banks,” he says, settling into the chair opposite my desk, his face a mask of stoic calm that only amplifies the seriousness of whatever his news might be.
“Dillon.” I nod, leaning back in my chair, bracing against what feels like an inevitable shift in the day’s trajectory. “When you walk into a guy’s office five minutes before quitting time, it usually means something’s up.”
“You’re not wrong there,” he says, exhaling slowly. “We’ve got a situation, and I wanted you to know about it.”
My thoughts immediately flit to Yvette and the life together we’ve begun building. “Don’t fucking leave me hanging here. What happened?”
Dillon locks his gaze onto mine, his voice steady yet edged with the gravity of the news he’s relaying. “It’s about Richard. He was terminated from his job at the law firm this afternoon. Apparently, things got ugly with his employer when they found out about the incident.”
The name alone is enough to make my blood pressure spike while every caveman instinct in me kicks into overdrive.
“There’s more,” Dillon continues, his words a steady drumbeat in the suddenly tense air. “He went back home and decided to cut off his ankle monitor. As of now, he’s on the run.” His words hit me with the force of a hammer right between the eyes, and my heart races as fear cuts through my soul. Before I’m able to vocalize the words flashing through my mind, he rushes on. “Judge Hamilton already issued a fugitive warrant, and I’ve contacted the Marshals to find him before rushing right over here.”
The air in the room turns heavy and charged as I consider the situation. “I can’t fucking lose her,” runs through my mind on a constant loop. Richard being off the radar is the last thing Yvette needs.
She’s been diligently putting that chapter of her life in the rearview mirror while making future plans with me. This turn of events throws a big fucking monkey wrench into the easy, low-stress existence we’ve been maintaining since she moved in.
“Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch,” I roar, the turmoil stirring beneath the surface coloring my voice.
Dillon gives a grim nod. “We’ve got a team out looking for him, but it’s like he vanished into thin air. I came right over to let you know.”
My mind races, a slideshow of potential outcomes scrambling for priority as plans upon plans start forming in my mind. Protecting Yvette is priority number one, and I’m already one step ahead on how to reinforce the proverbial castle walls.
“Thanks for the heads up. I need an escort to my house.” I grab my keys and jacket and rush out without turning off my computer.
“I figured as much,” Dillon says, following me out the door.
As I pull out into traffic, I dial Mark and listen to the phone ring through the Bluetooth. I barely give him a chance to answer before I blurt out, “That asshole is on the run.”