clearly the most beautiful woman there. Her hair shimmered like gold floss in the light of the chandeliers, and her brown eyes seemed bigger and more luminous than ever. The delicate chain of golden hearts and diamonds glittered with every move she made.
Truth be told, he had wondered what Catie might come up with tonight as frank as she was in conversation. That was one of the things that he loved about her, the way that she spoke her mind without worrying about what others might think.
When they were seated for dinner, Jarrod and Catie found themselves in the middle of one side of the table set for twelve.
“I’ve never been to such a fancy dinner,” Catie whispered to Jarrod as they were served cold gazpacho in footed silver bowls. “I’m afraid I’m going to do something stupid.”
“You’ll do fine, honey.” He settled his hand on her knee beneath the tablecloth, enjoying her slight gasp as he moved his fingers to the warm flesh inside her thigh. “Just do what I do.”
“All right.” She smiled and moved her hand to his lap, right on his cock. “Like that?”
Jarrod’s cock jerked and hardened at her touch, and he fought the urge to see if the people seated to either side of them could see what she was doing to him. He lowered his lids, his gaze burning into hers. “Eat your dinner.”
She spoke so softly that he almost had to read her lips, as she said, “I’d rather eat you.”
He damn near groaned out loud at the thought of those lips and that soft mouth going down on him. The councilman on Catie’s other side took that moment to ask her a question, and her teasing brown eyes were drawn from Jarrod.
As they ate dinner, conversation ranged from politics to various other problems that plagued the border community. Catie made it a point to torture Jarrod with a hand on his lap, or sliding off her shoe and running her silken foot along his ankle. At one point she even leaned in, her vanilla musk scent sweeping over him as she whispered, “I want to fuck you now.”
Jarrod just about choked on his mouthful of grilled salmon. He retaliated by sliding his fingers along the inside of her thigh, planning to rub his fingers along the crotch of her panties—only to have his fingers come in contact with her bare pussy. His cock hardened to the point he’d thought for sure it would thrust right through the material of his dress slacks.
When the topic of cattle rustling came up, Jarrod tried to head it off with, “We’re working on it,” but each person at the table seemed to have some comment.
“Well something needs to be done, and soon,” Catie added to the conversation and Jarrod tensed beside her.
Eduardo Montaño’s eyes rested on her. “What would you suggest?”
She set her fork on the edge of her plate, her gaze steady as it met the mayor’s. “It’s obvious that it can’t be completely an outside job.” Conversation around the table quieted as Catie continued, “I believe it’s someone familiar with folks in the area, someone who knows how and when to strike.”
Montaño nodded. “Do you think it could be anyone you know?”
Jarrod was practically holding his breath as he watched Catie brush a strand of hair behind her ear, a troubled look crossing her face. “I can’t imagine it would be any of the ranchers in our area. They’re all good people, and they’ve all been hit. But whoever it is, the law should lock them up for good once the bastard’s caught.”
Murmurs of agreement came from around the table, and Jarrod took the opportunity to ask what everyone thought about the Cardinals’ chances of making the playoffs that year.
“Cardinals?” Catie scoffed, her brown eyes meeting his. “Have you had a look at the way their defense has been playing lately?”
“The 49ers are going to put the Cardinals away in the next game,” Montaño agreed.
While the banter continued Jarrod studied Catie, who passionately participated in the debate. He hadn’t even
Truth be told, he had wondered what Catie might come up with tonight as frank as she was in conversation. That was one of the things that he loved about her, the way that she spoke her mind without worrying about what others might think.
When they were seated for dinner, Jarrod and Catie found themselves in the middle of one side of the table set for twelve.
“I’ve never been to such a fancy dinner,” Catie whispered to Jarrod as they were served cold gazpacho in footed silver bowls. “I’m afraid I’m going to do something stupid.”
“You’ll do fine, honey.” He settled his hand on her knee beneath the tablecloth, enjoying her slight gasp as he moved his fingers to the warm flesh inside her thigh. “Just do what I do.”
“All right.” She smiled and moved her hand to his lap, right on his cock. “Like that?”
Jarrod’s cock jerked and hardened at her touch, and he fought the urge to see if the people seated to either side of them could see what she was doing to him. He lowered his lids, his gaze burning into hers. “Eat your dinner.”
She spoke so softly that he almost had to read her lips, as she said, “I’d rather eat you.”
He damn near groaned out loud at the thought of those lips and that soft mouth going down on him. The councilman on Catie’s other side took that moment to ask her a question, and her teasing brown eyes were drawn from Jarrod.
As they ate dinner, conversation ranged from politics to various other problems that plagued the border community. Catie made it a point to torture Jarrod with a hand on his lap, or sliding off her shoe and running her silken foot along his ankle. At one point she even leaned in, her vanilla musk scent sweeping over him as she whispered, “I want to fuck you now.”
Jarrod just about choked on his mouthful of grilled salmon. He retaliated by sliding his fingers along the inside of her thigh, planning to rub his fingers along the crotch of her panties—only to have his fingers come in contact with her bare pussy. His cock hardened to the point he’d thought for sure it would thrust right through the material of his dress slacks.
When the topic of cattle rustling came up, Jarrod tried to head it off with, “We’re working on it,” but each person at the table seemed to have some comment.
“Well something needs to be done, and soon,” Catie added to the conversation and Jarrod tensed beside her.
Eduardo Montaño’s eyes rested on her. “What would you suggest?”
She set her fork on the edge of her plate, her gaze steady as it met the mayor’s. “It’s obvious that it can’t be completely an outside job.” Conversation around the table quieted as Catie continued, “I believe it’s someone familiar with folks in the area, someone who knows how and when to strike.”
Montaño nodded. “Do you think it could be anyone you know?”
Jarrod was practically holding his breath as he watched Catie brush a strand of hair behind her ear, a troubled look crossing her face. “I can’t imagine it would be any of the ranchers in our area. They’re all good people, and they’ve all been hit. But whoever it is, the law should lock them up for good once the bastard’s caught.”
Murmurs of agreement came from around the table, and Jarrod took the opportunity to ask what everyone thought about the Cardinals’ chances of making the playoffs that year.
“Cardinals?” Catie scoffed, her brown eyes meeting his. “Have you had a look at the way their defense has been playing lately?”
“The 49ers are going to put the Cardinals away in the next game,” Montaño agreed.
While the banter continued Jarrod studied Catie, who passionately participated in the debate. He hadn’t even
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