Sheriff in Her Stocking Read Online Free Page A

on that sorry excuse for a bed or
yesterday’s car accident?  The first thing she intended to do was get her
car towed into town and have the damage assessed. She hoped it was minor
because she had her budget planned down to the last penny.
    After her
morning ablutions, Delaney dressed in a clean pair of jeans, pink sweater and
boots. She walked out of the cell and over to the closed door leading into the
Sheriff’s office. She put her hand on the knob and paused for a moment.
    What was she
supposed to say to him after he’d seen her practically have an orgasm right
before his eyes?  Would he ask her again to tell him about her
dream?  If he did, what would she say?  She inhaled a deep breath and
exhaled. Only one way to find out.
    * * * * *
    When he heard the door open, Rick looked up from the list of
complaints the mayor phoned in earlier. He shifted in his chair. The hard-on
he’d acquired after watching Delaney in the throes of an erotic dream had yet
to leave him. He feared it might stay with him for the rest of the day, the
pain exquisitely sweet.
    Seeing Delaney
standing in the doorway brought the memory of her naked breasts to life in
graphic detail in his mind. They were full and round with dusky rose nipples
that begged for a man to suckle them into hard, aroused tips. Only now they
were covered in a pink sweater. Too bad.
    She threw him a
quick smile then walked into the room. “I’m starved.”
    “Me too.”Only
it isn’t for food.“Have a seat.”
    She strolled
over to a vacant chair in front of his desk and sat down. Her jeans hugged her
curvy hips and thighs. She’d pulled her hair up into a pony tail exposing her
beautiful neck. He wondered how her neck would feel beneath his lips. Rick
fought the urge to move to her side of the desk and find out. What was wrong
with him?  Why did he react this way to Delaney?   A sheriff
bound by his oath as an officer of the law never took advantage of a civilian
entrusted to his care. He never considered breaking that oath. A lot of cops he
knew in the past weren’t constrained by morals or unethical behavior, but he
sure as hell was.
    One dirty cop
stood out in his mind, Jake DeSalvo, his former partner. He shook himself inwardly
refusing to allow the memory of Jake’s betrayal to crawl out into the light
from the dark corner of his mind he’d resigned it to.
    He handed
Delaney a Styrofoam container along with some plastic eating utensils and a
napkin. She lifted the lid, speared some of the omelet and forked it between
her full, pink lips. Delaney chewed and softly moaned. “This is
delicious.” 
    At the sound of
her moan, heat arrowed into his groin. He forced his gaze away from her mouth
and tore into his own food, eating his omelet like a man possessed. The eggs
tasted savory and delectable like he imagined Delaney would taste if he gave
into his attraction and kissed her.
    Being with
Delaney infused his body and mind with sexual fantasies he had to resist.
Between the smells of the food and the yum-yum sounds that Delaney made, he
wasn’t sure how much more he could take. What was it about food and sex that
fit together?  In an effort to get his mind off sex, he slid a container
of crisp bacon over the surface of his desk in her direction. “Help yourself.”
    Rick reached for
his cup of hot coffee. As he did, Delaney leaned forward and took a piece of
bacon from the plate. The neckline of her sweater gapped open revealing the
creamy slopes of her breasts and making his breath hitch.
    She bit into a
crisp slice then looked at Rick. “Thank you for the food. How much do I owe
you?”
    Plenty, if I die
from this boner. “My treat.”  He handed her an insulated cup. “I got you
tea instead of coffee. I hope that’s okay.”
    Her gaze flicked
to his and her eyes warmed. She took a sip of the tea leaving behind a stray
drop and then her tongue darted out to lick it away. “How did you know I was a
tea drinker?” 
    Her low, soft
voice eased