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***Ethan***
Whew! Crisis averted. For now anyway. She wants no
secrets between us, but I can’t tell her everything yet. Taking her hand, I lead
her to the ballroom.
“How long has she been trying to get in your pants?” Casey
asks.
“What?”
“The mayor’s wife. How long has she been trying to fuck
you?”
“I don’t know… a couple of years.”
“Optimistic, isn’t she?”
I notice a couple of other women who’ve helped to make these
events the bane of my existence, and I pull Casey closer. Always observant, she
notices.
“Now I know why you hate these things… and why you brought
me. You’re a hot commodity, Sheriff.”
“That and I hate the politics of it all.”
“You’re a sheriff. Politicking is a big part of your job,
isn’t it?”
“I have to do it. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“You do look a little uncomfortable.”
“I don’t see how this night could get any more uncomfortable.”
“Wanna bet?”
I can see the wheels turning in her head. Oh, no. Then
again, this could be fun.
“Sure.”
“What do you want to wager?”
Hmm… let me see. It has to be something we’d both enjoy.
I’ve got it! Leaning close, I whisper in her ear. “Three orgasms… three
different ways.”
Touching my cheek, she softly presses her lips to mine.
“You’re on.”
“I guess we have to wait until the end of the night before I
can claim my victory.”
“Why wait?” she asks. “I can end it all right now.”
“How?”
She motions for me to lean in again and places her lips at
my ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
With a smirk, she walks off toward the bar, swinging her
delectable hips. I try to discern if it’s true, but I can’t see a damn thing.
Fuck!