Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (7 page)

“Emma,” he moaned, and then suddenly, it stopped. Glancing down, she was licking her lips and looking around the room.

“Sit.”

Oh, damn right he obeyed. His sexy little kitten could tell him what to do any day.
As he took his place, her head was back in his lap.

Croft wanted to weep in joy.

Emma wasted no time pleasing her man. She loved the way that he moaned and groaned at each stroke. She took her time, making sure to not miss a spot, especially after his little performance.

His hand went to her hair, and he slowed the strokes down. With each downward slide, he arched up, driving into the back of her throat.

Emma devoured him whole. When she hummed, the vibrations made him insane.

Before she could finish him off,
Greyson was up and out of his seat incredibly fast. Pulling her up, he practically dragged her across the little area to a table. Yanking her panties off her one ankle, he laid her back and didn't waste any time burying himself in her body.

“Oh shit!” he muttered, sinking home
into the welcoming warmth. That was the best feeling in the world, as she gripped his body and begged him for release.

“Oh, Greyson,” she moaned, as he began moving. The long, slow strokes were torture, and she loved every second of it.

“Did you want him like this, Emma?” he asked, as he aimed for the perfect spot that he knew oh so well.

She stared up at him. “God! No!”

He moved a little faster.

“Tell me how much you want me.
” Greyson slowed down, changing up the rhythm to make her frustrated.

“Greyson! Please!” she begged, as he leaned over her on the table and tormented her. Her hands ran up his chest, running through the spattering of hair.

“Tell me, Emma,” he whispered, barely moving.

“I want you! Okay! God, I want you to fuck me and make me scream!” she blurted in frustration.

That was all he had to hear, and he picked up the pace. It was so damn difficult to not lose it. His wife was writhing beneath him, making little breathy moans and gripping him hotly.

He wanted to slam into her and mark his territory.

But then, he wanted to give her a memory she’d never forget. With his thumb, he strummed her and sent her off the edge.

He had to stop moving
to swallow her yells of pleasure. The last thing he needed was this to turn up in every newspaper in the country.

Croft knew he’d be fired in a heartbeat.

The kiss slowed down, and Emma stared up into his eyes. “Wow,” she murmured. “That was pretty damn hot,” she giggled. Then, she realized he wasn’t done with her.

Scooping her up off the table, he dropped back on the couch. “Ride me. I need to get off, and you’re the only way that’s going to happen, kitten.”

His wish was her command.

She began moving, slowly at first, letting the pleasure build in her body and his. Then, she picked up the pace, enjoying the way he laid his head back and closed his eyes.

That was his trick to not losing it.

Yeah, it wasn’t working for her.

“Look at me!” she ordered. “You wanted to claim this as yours, then you stare into my eyes while you fill me!”

He did what she said,
despite knowing that he wouldn’t last long. From her messed up red hair to her swollen lips, he was lost to this woman.

The pressure began building up, and Greyson only prayed that she’d fall first. If not, he had a problem.

“I love you,” she said, bouncing in his lap, her breasts wildly swaying before his face.

“Oh, Em!” he replied, his hands on her hips, pulling her down time after time. “So good, honey,” he whispered,
reaching out to grab a handful of her full breasts. The second he teased and tormented the nipples, she moaned.

“So close, Grey,” she whispered.

There was no time left.

He was there.

“Oh, honey!” he shouted, bucking up into her body to explode. He could feel her tighten around him as they made the fall together.

Croft
couldn’t think.

His heart pounded
as his wife was lying on top of him.

Yeah, he loved reunions
, or he would from here on out.

When they both began to breathe n
ormally again, he wrapped his arms around her body to nuzzle her cheek. The scent and feel of her against him was incredibly relaxing.

Then, he heard it.

In the distance, there was the creak of a door.

Emma sat up and jumped out of his lap. She motioned
toward the door as she grabbed her dress and yanked it on.

Greyson followed suit and hurried up. The last thing they needed was to get busted in the afterglow.

They heard voices.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Emma tied her dress closed and held out her hand. There was no way they were going to get caught in there. She knew the way around the library to the other door. Leading her husband, they could hear the giggles of someone behind them.

Yeah, they weren’t the only ones planning on
getting some loving’, in the stacks.

At the wall, she whispered in his ear. “If I get us out of her
e, and not caught, I’m kicking your ass.”

He found that funny
. Here they were fully dressed, and he didn't care what anyone thought. He’d just had spectacular sex with his kitten in the library.

He was a
smug man.

Finally at the
door, they rushed through, escaping back into the silence of the darkened school hallway. Once there, she stared at him.

“What?” he asked
, innocently shrugging.

“Greyson Croft!”

He started laughing as Emma fixed her disheveled red hair. “I didn't get to tell you in there, but I happen to love you too, honey. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night.”

At his words, she
melted. Any irritation was gone as she went into his arms. “You’re a dangerous man, Grey. You get me into all kinds of trouble.”

He laughed and patted her on the behind. “Where’s your panties?” he asked.

She stepped back horrified. “I thought you grabbed them!”

Cr
oft started laughing at the expression on his wife’s face. It was priceless. “Why would I grab them? I wasn’t going to put them on!”

She stared at him incredulously. “Someone’s going to be running around with my panties and you don’t care?”

He grinned wickedly and led them back toward the stairs. He did grab them, and they were safely tucked in his pocket. She may have her yearbook to remind her of this school, but he had something far better.

His kitten had purred just for him
in a public place.

Downstairs, they blended back into the crowd of
alumni, and Emma was immediately suspicious. There was no way he’d be this calm if he believed some man would be handling her girly things. That could only mean that he definitely had the contraband item in his possession.

Her husband was predictable if anything.

Well, two could play that game.

As Trey Montgomery approached, she took the wine from her husband’s hand. “Thank you, babe.”

“Hey! You two disappeared! Where’d you go, Em?” he asked. “I was going to ask you to dance.”

Croft could feel the heat creeping up his throat.
Gone was the satisfaction of scoring with Emma, and in its place was the need to break the interloper into pieces.

Yeah, h
is wife wasn’t going to be dancing with anyone but him, and especially without undergarments. All it would take was the man’s roaming hands to discover the truth.

He took a long sip of his beer, trying to cool his temper.

“Oh, we were up in the library, doing research,” she said evenly.

“Research? On what?”

Emma waited for him to start drinking again.

“O
n how to have sex with a caveman in a public place.”

Croft started choking, and she had to pound him on the back. Trey looked at him in surprise
as Emma began laughing.

“Emma Croft!”

She winked at him before going up on her toes to kiss her husband. Yeah, he was bossy, arrogant, and the sexiest man she knew. “I love you, my Neanderthal,” she whispered.

He calmed immediately
when she was back in his arms. “Yeah, cave babe, I love you too.”

C
hapter
T
hree:

      Ride ‘em Cowgirl

  
~~ Callista & Quinton ~~

He couldn’t believe that his time as Sheriff of Myrtle Springs was just about over. This was his last ten hour shift before he’d be turning in his badge and gun.

It had been a really good run.

Because of leaving Atlanta and coming home, he’d found his true path in life with Callista Carter. If he’d never come home to the sleepy old town, he wouldn’t be getting married in a couple weeks and moving all the way across the country to Damascus.

Part of him was going to miss the slow pace, as he turned in his dusty cowboy hat for a detective’s shield.

There was no doubt in his mind that his wife, her brother, and partner had pulled some FBI strings in order to get him into the homicide division of the local police department.

Everything was moving at the speed of light.

Yet, now he was torn.

What he would have really liked was to work with Callista every day, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Maybe their paths would cross as she worked out of FBI West as a profiler and top head shrinker.

Yeah, it was the best he could hope for. At least in the end, he had gotten the girl. That was all that mattered.

Looking around
his office, he admired it for one last time. For the last few years, it had been his home away from home, but now his heart and boots had a new place to rest- with his girl, Callie.

With a deep breath, he knew it was time. This page in his life was over, and
a new adventure was beginning.

Just as he was pulling his badge off his hip and discharging the magazine of his gun, there was a knock
on his door. Glancing up, he found one of his deputies standing there.

“I hope you didn't come to say goodbye,” Quinton Gaines said
, grinning. “You know I hate them, Jimmy Lee.”

The young deputy smiled
at his soon to be ex-boss. “Yeah, we’re well aware. I’m actually here to tell you that we had a call out at the Willerby farm. The old man thinks he’s got a trespasser on his property. Can you head out there before you leave us?”

Quinton really wanted to head home to Callista. They had a shitload of packing to do before the moving truck arrived there, and right now, she was doing
it all on her own.

A cranky fiancée meant no action in the saddle later that night.

“Please, boss? Just drive by, check out the old red barn, and call it in. We’re going to be stretched pretty thin with you leaving us. Well, that is until the council can replace you.”

The
guilt was working big time.

“Okay, but I’ll turn in my gun and badge now. I’m sure it’s likely a coyote or kids messing around up there. They love to use the haystacks for rendezvous spots.
”

Jimmy Lee smiled. “You’re the best, and I’ll miss you, boss!”

He knew that the man would be in good hands. Quinton asked the council to give Junior his job. The town would be just fine without him, now that the serial killers were dead or locked up.