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His touch coe and she ca out Chest heaving, she tried not to e's pool rooet annoyed at Drew's knowing chuckle as he zipped and buttoned her pants for her Cracking her eyes open, she watched as he sucked her juices off his fingers

"Damn, you're sweet," he said with a wink

Those three words were all it took to get her froet out of here"

Nodding at the pool league regulars filtering in, they e and into Drew's truck in record ti

"Yeah?" He listened for afaster and faster with each passing second "I'll take care of it" Finally, he ended the call and turned into his driveway "I have to go take care of so us from the bar I'll let him know to stay here with you Don't open the door to anyone but hiet back"

"Why," she asked, reaching across the bench seat to run her hands up the inside of his thigh and over the hard outline of his cock "Would you spank me?"

He claers around as onna do that anyway"

Forget her panties Her jeans were soaked now too "I thought you were off duty"

"The hbor's cat is a different story," he said, shaking his hand

"That is so Catfish Creek"

"No kidding"

With a final squeeze of his cock and a hot kiss that curled her toes, Drealked her inside the house, did a quick walk through to make sure no one was there, insisted she lock the door behind hiht the cat scoundrels of Catfish Creek Watching hiave her a sense of deja vu of that su for Fort Worth without even a goodbye This ti back, which meant more to her than she wanted to admit to herself

7

Drew

The scene at the mayor's house wasn't chaos, but it was pretty damn close The local librarian, Maisy Aucoin, was in the middle of Beauford Lynch's front yard ar pan and a cat that looked like it had gone through at least eight of its nine lives in the past hour The distinct stench of burnt fur carried on the early evening air Beauford and his wife, Betty Sue, stood on their wraparound porch each arht etched onto the barrels in decorative script