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and then to her breasts. And there was that look again. Desire and want all scrambling around his thinning control. Her nipples tightened. The thin white shirt, which was overly tight, hid nothing. “I want real laughter. Don’t try faking.”
    And the look was gone. “Tiffany.”
    “I’m in charge. My game, my rules. I can change them as I want too.” She watched a thick swallow pass down his throat. She pushed for more, ready to have everything, whatever it was that made her simmer for years, out in the open. “Like now. Each time you don’t laugh. Something of both of ours comes off. I get to choose what on you. You get to pick what on me from here on out.”
    His face dropped. That protective in-charge-don’t-fuck-with-me cop mask fell away too. She’d never poked at a sleeping lion this large before, but she wouldn’t back down, not when she seemed to be this close to cracking him open. Mike fascinated her and it seemed the really good parts she desired were about to be exposed.
    She scooted over. His eyes dropped to her shirt. He could see the shade of her nipples, no doubt, but she didn’t care because oh me, oh my, he was finally for once was looking at her . Her body was humming and zipping at speeds of desire and want she’d never felt before. She cupped his cheek, his stubble after the long day pricked on her palm. “This is much better.”
    He swallowed, his hands curled into fists, but he kept them on his thighs. “This has bad idea written all over it.”
    “Why?”
    He blinked and brows dipped. “I’m not sure. It always was a bad idea.”
    She leaned closer, ‘cause this Mike letting go of his perfect posture with a strong pulse ticking in his throat was interesting. “Usually the bad things are the fun things.”
    His gaze narrowed. “Fun until your ass is in trouble.”
    “Mike. We’re two adults. We’re not exactly stopping at the dark corner at the skating rink with our parents on the opposite side. I’m starting to think we’ve danced around this for I don’t know how long. This could be our problem.”
    He stared at her, his lips drawn tight. Without a doubt, she knew deep inside they had most certainly been dancing. This was their problem. Chemistry she and he both had hidden so well, the other didn’t realize it was mutual. His gaze dropped once again to the scoop of her shirt and then lifted back to her face. Her heart sank because he had the cop look back.
    He cleared his throat, the heat on his face cooled. “We do have one problem. You’ve built a reputation about yourself.”
    She sank back, but he grabbed her hand and kept her in place, even pulled her closer. “It’s okay. I understand.”
    With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. “I’m not sure you do. It’s not just me. If it was just me, it would be different.”
    “But it’s an election year.” She echoed his earlier statement, realization dawning.
    He nodded. “And a lot of people put their necks out to persuade the Sherriff to give me this position, him included when he finally agreed.”
    She dropped her head to the couch, but as close as he’d pulled her, she ended up on his shoulder. His arm snaked around her back and hand rested on her hip. She unfolded her legs out from under her and stretched them over his lap. His other arm rested on her knees. His palm on her thigh.
    As much as it hurt, she understood. Hell, she’d been one judge’s hammer slam away from a Juvie record. Would have gotten that record had it not been for Mike coming out from nowhere during that river bank party and tugging her away seconds before cops raided in. Her knight in shining armor, or rather, her deputy in starched khakis, as he’d stuffed her in his boat at the end of the sandbar that he’d snuck up on as part of his corner to cover for the raid, then went back to do his job.
    Stupid behavior then. Her actions the same now, only for desperation. “Thank you.”
    “For what?” His hand rubbed over her